July 10, 2007

July 10, 2007

It’s the second week of my vacation, I can’t remember the last time that I was this relaxed.  I’m still stressed about work but not like I was before.  Today I was going to go to the gym but decided to lay in bed and “be a slug”.   I figured that I’d go tomorrow.   Will I go?  Probably.

I had my successes – went to Rama and won $600 on a nickel slot machine, I assembled a chair for Diane, I ran errands.  I basically just did stuff and had fun.  I joined Curves and went for workouts.  I felt great.

I had a psychic reading by Psychic Lorraine.  I went to the house and made the call from there because I was worried that my call might be overheard.  Not that they’d go out of their way to listen but I knew I wouldn’t be comfortable so I went to the house.  The call was 45 minutes long and I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it comes true.  The summary of what she said was:

1. Daddy was going to die in 2 or 3 years and there would be drama surrounding the death/funeral.  She said that he wouldn’t die in the way that we expected him to die.
2. I would meet Mr. Right when I’m 49.  He will have 2 children and he will be old fashioned.  She said she saw him with his hands behind his back – meaning he would bring me gifts and things and that’s why he would be considered old-fashioned.
3. She said that I was going to have 2 children when I was 49 but that by children she meant “creations”.  She asked if I wrote and I said that I wanted to but never did.  I told her how I bought spiral notebooks because I was always going to start a journal and never did.  I also told her how I joked with a friend that I was going to write a story about my journey being separated and that my book was going to be called “Diary of a DOW (Desperate Older Woman)”
4. She recommended suggested two books:  The Artists Way and Writing Down The Bones.  I laughed because I had purchased the first one about 15 years ago.  I told her it was on my bookshelf.  She said that sometimes we subconsciously gather things and it’s our mind telling us what we should do.  She said that I was being told that I should be writing (the journals, the book on writing).  So I figured I should start writing.

 

Writer’s note: Fast forward to 2017. My father passed away in 2013. He was diagnosed with lung cancer in September 2012. He had a lot of heart problems and I thought he’d die from that. There was a lot of drama leading up to his death. I never met Mr. Right. I don’t even think I bumped into him. I did have two children – my ex gave back our two cats because he couldn’t care for them anymore. I did some writing between 2007 and now. In 2017 I began to really focus on my writing and started this blog. I purchased the other book but never read either….probably should start ; )