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Guardian Angels

My astrological forecast for Friday the 13th:

Here you are, patting yourself on the back because you thought you were a contender, and instead it turns out you’ve got exactly what it takes to deliver the knockout blow. Don’t hesitate. Deliver the goods.    

I don’t understand that!  So it seemed fitting to add it here along with all the other things I was told today by a psychic medium.  She said that what I didn’t understand today would eventually all come clear to me, so I’m writing this down for the future much smarter me.

–  I have several guardian angels looking out for me – on further investigation the main ones appear to be my dad, my mom, my grandma, and my Uncle George.  I would have thought Uncle George had better things to do.

– There have been a lot of very indecisive people in my life over the past couple of years, but things are starting to clear up for everyone. Things are falling into place.  Money is not an issue.  A GOOD move could be in my future but it’s not a MUST move.  Things are settling around me,  My family members are getting their act together.  There are not a lot of problems, so I should just keep going.  (I got from all this that I was probably one of the most boring people she’d seen all day.)

– I am surrounded by positive energy and ready to make positive changes in my life.  Things will be smooth, there will be no real issures.  I will have room to breathe.  (I am falling asleep here. Your dead relatives are more interesting than you are.)

– The names she mentioned that do mean something to me – Harry or Harold, Margaret, Mary, George, Ken-something (-zie?) several Williams (possibly second or last names), Kris (although she wrote Chris, but that could be my neice’s boyfriend too), John and Julie.  (I just saw my cousin John in London and his wife’s name is Julie.)  She also mentioned Shawn, Michael, David, Doug, Jean and Cathy.  Who the hell are those people?

– It’s time to sort out my priorities and do what makes me happy.  I have been sitting on a shelf.  It’s time to get on with things.  (I protested that I kind of like sitting on the shelf, and she said I KNOW you do.  Get off it.  Get out of that box and out of your comfort zone.  There is a passion within you.  Find out what it is.)

– Magpies are very spiritual birds.  (Yeah, that surprised me too.)  When I see them they remind me of my mother.  But Cardinals also have special meaning for me. (I hope this is referring to two of my granddaughters and their beautiful names, and not something stupid like the two fake birds I have on my welcome sign at the front door.)

– She was surprised that I had no awareness of my dad’s presence in my life because it is incredibly strong.  He is always with me.  He is also looking out for my daughter who is strong and determined and getting it together.

– It is safe for me to travel by air.  (If she’d said it wasn’t safe, I wonder if I’d be looking at a bus schedule right now.)  I will be taking a getaway trip to the U.S. with two other women and will have a great time.  Money will allow it – no worries.  (Vegas, here I come?)

– My thyroid problems are under control.

– My brother is doing well.  He is very strong.

– There is an ending of a marriage coming up, likely a divorce, excessive drinking is involved.  I will be giving very good advice to the couple involved.  (No doubt without being asked for any.) (I think the end of a relationship is a very sad thing.  Drinking could actually help the process.  But perhaps this is not the good advice she had in mind.)

– The ‘animal’ card I picked was a beaver.  She turned it over and laughed and told me it was perfect and meant I must get busy.  I think a beaver is about the last thing on earth I want to identify with right now.  Or maybe ever.

Finally she asked me if I had six months to live, (don’t worry, you have much longer than that) what would I do?  I said I thought I might just keep on doing what I’m doing.  I like to write.  I like to read.  I sometimes paint.  ( I bore the pants right off psychics with my problem free existence….) She threw up her arms and shouted “THAT’S IT!  You must paint!  You are filled with a creative passion!  Get out of your comfort zone and do what you love to do!  (And please, get out of my cottage now and send in somebody whose aura won’t put me into a coma.) (Or something like that – it’s my own psychic interpretation of how her day was going.)

I suppose over all I really can’t complain about our little chat.  I just think a psychic should be able to freak me out a little better than that.  But it appears my guardian angels have been vigilant and are doing a bang up job.

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January Schmanuary

It’s been a long time since I did a “just now” blog, but suddenly, just now, I felt like writing something about this exact moment in time.  Which of course has now passed, so it’s already too late.  Or is it?

Anyway, all I really wanted to say is that I am once again ecstatically happy to be saying so long to another miserable stupid January!  I don’t know why I have such a hate on for this dreadful month.   Maybe because it seems to hang around for flaming ever while I struggle to remember to get the last two digits of the new year written down correctly on patient files.  This January we had one of the biggest dumps of snow that I can remember for around here;  then it turned ridiculously mild and windy so that everything was covered in ice;  then the roads were miraculously bare for about three days;  then it snowed some more and now it’s insanely cold again.  GAH!

Our street got cleared TWICE so I guess I’m thankful for that.  It’s sort of like lightning striking more than once in the same spot.  Unpredictable and unbelievable and something to talk about, because there’s certainly nothing much else exciting going on.

Our tv service has been upgraded to HD.  The Telus people sent us a nice letter explaining how amazing they are and what they were up to;  then we got a phone call the day before as a reminder and another one the day after to make sure it all went well.  Since I rarely watch tv anymore I had a hard time pretending to care.  However, they did send us a new universal remote which I tried to program after the changes took place, since the old one no longer worked, and I thought doing that would be easier in the long run than dealing with W. if he discovered he could no longer power up the set and became comatose or something.  To make a long involved story short and easier to digest, the only thing the new remote will do is turn on the power and turn up the volume.  Two very important things of course, but it’s supposed to change channels and control the dvd/vcr.  I managed to get the old one to stop being such a useless piece of junk and resume its former duties.  So now, instead of three remotes, we have four.  So that’s certainly simplified things, thank you Telus.

Oh, and speaking of things being simpler, we no longer have a fish.  Poor Phineas.  Ever since I came home after Christmas he’d been looking a bit strange, swimming sideways and other weird stuff.  I went through three (THREE!) different fish tanks and FOUR pumps and I have no idea how many times I cleaned everything and changed the water and stressed myself out over the water conditioner and temperature and filters and food.  Probably he died of over stimulation.  It was the only way he felt he could possibly get any peace.  So I’m done with that.  The tank is in the store-room and Phineas is in fish heaven and there will no longer be little red rocks stuck in the kitchen strainer.  Everything has a bright side.

Tomorrow I go to the doctor for my regular three-month bp and thyroid check, rx renewal, and random pain of the day complaint.  Honestly, I don’t even want to mention that my right shoulder has been feeling dislocated for a month.  Because it IS getting better, I swear.  It’s probably just a damned January thing, and once February rolls around I’ll be right as rain.

Had to put in a request at work for holidays before the month ended.  Another stupid January bothersome pain in the butt.  So I picked two weeks in May/June and two more in September.  Now I suppose I should figure out what to do with all that time off, although doing absolutely nothing has a certain appeal.

My resolution to write 500 words a day has sort of vanished from my itinerary – I will get back to that on my Ainslee and Lara blather pages.  Perhaps I will start in the wee hours of the morning.  Wee hours in February being preferable to those in this horrific month from hell.  Sorry January, I know it’s not your fault.  I should just take a lot of Advil and sleep for 31 days.  I’ll try that next year.  One day to go!  I can SO do this.