The sign above the cards says, "A little chick told me It's Easter Sunday, April 12."
The sign above the cards says, "A little chick told me It's Easter Sunday, April 12."
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You won't believe what I just did. I was going over the final draft of my fortune telling book, which features three Llewellyn/Lo Scarabeo decks -- the Universal Tarot, the Llewellyn Tarot, and the Liber T. I had all of the cards spread out on a big wooden tray, so I could double-check the accuracy of all of my card descriptions. And then ... I spilled a Diet Coke over all of them.
Because of the way I had them laid out in the tray, they all got hit, just as if I'd had them sitting in a bathtub. Now they're warping, and falling apart on the edges, and those that were touching are sticking together. What a mess.
I emailed my forgiving publicists at Llewellyn, and three replacement decks are already on the way.
That doesn't ease the shame much, though. I am a poor example to tarot readers everywhere.
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My dilemma for today: Do I rake the yard myself, or do I wait for our once-a-week yard guy to come? Because our once-a-week yard guy hasn't been around for about three weeks.
I'd do it, but I'd feel really stupid to look up from my leaf pile and see him standing there.
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I spent most of the day yesterday at the Albertville Outlet Mall, an hour west of Minneapolis. It was a halfway point between Minneapolis and Little Falls, where my sister Cari and I could meet and exchange custody of our sister Claudine, who's visiting from Winnipeg.
Five hours. I shopped for five hours. I haven't shopped for five hours straight since ... ever.
I'm not much of a shopper. When I find jeans that fit, I buy several pairs and wear them until someone tells me they're no longer in style. Ditto for the v-neck t-shirts and sweaters I like. So yesterday, I thought I'd see what I was missing.
As it turns out, not much. In fact, I developed a short list of complaints that will keep me away from Albertville for the forseeable future.
So what did I buy, you wonder? Provisions for the winter: two books, a coat, some seasoning for making flavored bread-dipping oil, a cocktail-shaking kit, a sweater, four t-shirts, and two pairs of pajamas. Reading through that list, I want you to just imagine all the fun ways those purchases could be combined and re-combined for a season full of fun.
But I'll still never shop for five hours at a stretch again.
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For the last week and a half, I've had to fight my way out of bed in the morning, recoiling at the sunshine, scratching my way to fresh air, and coughing up bits and pieces of graveyard dirt.
Okay, so maybe I exaggerate, but I have been sick, with a cold in my lungs and my throat that I just can't shake. Usually I'm sick only for a day or two, and I can generally sleep off any virus. Not this time, though.
Finally, however, I think I'm on the rebound. I don't remember waking up during the night last night, and so far -- fingers crossed -- I've been able to swallow without planning ahead. Even my cough is not nearly as painful this morning as it has been, although I still had to work at processing clean air in and out of my lungs this morning.
After this many days of a living near-death experience, I find myself wondering what life as a vampire might be like. Do vampires, too, have to fight their way back to the real world each evening, or do they always feel fresh and alive? Because right now, I'm not feeling quite as vibrant as I'd like.
Meanwhile, my teenage daughter is sitting next to me, telling me the best way to put on perfume and describing her love for the Adidas scent she bought me for Mother's Day.
"Wait a minute," she just said. "Did you sleep in your clothes last night?"
Image Credit: The Empress from the Vampire Tarot by Natalie Hertz.
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Sometimes when I open a tarot class, I ask everyone to choose a card that represents their day or their week. It's a fun way to socialize -- which is one reason people take tarot classes -- and build a connection to the cards.
Now I'm going to show you three cards that describe my last few days:
Can you guess what I've been doing?
I had plastic surgery!
Only it's not as glamorous as it sounds. I went to a plastic surgeon to have some birthmarks -- and one area of sun damage -- erased from my face. That's the Sun card. The Sun obviously represents birthdays (and other annual events) as well as sunburn and skin damage. Plus, there's a big face on the card!
The plastic surgeon is the King of Swords.
And the Four of Swords, surprisingly enough, represents my recuperation. I am such a wimp. I honestly didn't think the procedures were going to hurt ... but they did. (Only a little, but still.) I also didn't think I was going to come home with a face full of stitches ... but I did. (They make my kids say, "Ewwww!") And I was completely surprised to find that moving my head -- especially when I first came home -- really bothered me. I stayed in bed all day yesterday, and today I'm taking it slow.
The good news is that most of the stitches will come out on Monday, so I'll look great for my trip to Texas next week!
What's even better is that the surgeon's office called this morning to say that they had already biopsied the damage to my skin, and it was benign. So maybe I should have ended that spread with the Sun card, too, for optimism and new beginnings.
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