My Psychic Drew the Death Card
I haven’t blogged in a while because I have no time. And the little time I do have, I’ve been watching DVR shows. Here is what happened in the past almost month.
-My mom and Johanne came down to visit for Mother’s Day.
-I walked the 2007 Emerson Commencement….
-The next Day, I had to put Charlie down (u can see pics of him next to my dog Angus in my album). It took me a couple of days to stop crying when I fed my other pets; Charlie loved to eat and talk!
-Shawn and I are selling the house. This means we have the put the little of sweat equity we have left into this place. (paint, landscape, the usual DIY)
-I have to wake up at 6:30 twice a week to commute to Boston for the next 4 weeks. The other 2 days I have o leave at 11:00 am. I still need those 12 credits.
-Next week is my anniversary and I’m fucked b/c I don’t what to get Shawn. If you see him, don’t tell him!
Those who know tarot know that the death card doesn’t necessarily mean death but important change. I think in the past three weeks, I went from uncertainty, to discouraged to really sad (I hadn’t cried like that since 2002) to hopeful to “trying to grab the world and put in my pocket so I don’t end up livin’ in a van by the river”.
The next 4 weeks are going to be interesting. Don’t be surprised if you get a call from me and I sound completely insane. But in a good way, you know.
