Yesterday as I was commenting on another blog, it occurred to me that I never told you about the psychic my son's girlfriend referred me to. They even paid for my hour and a half reading on zoom. He had met with my daughter, and she was totally amazed that he was able to actually name names. So here are some of my highlights.
The psychic began by telling me there were a lot of people coming through for me. One was an older lady, a mother figure but not my mother. My grandmother was fairly old when I was born. My mom had been a change of life baby, and my grandmother was already in her 60's when I born.
He also said there was another Mary there. Her name was not Mary but she liked to be called that. My great great grandmother was Constance Mary.
My son was there with us. He felt so bad about leaving me like he did and stated he got dizzy, fell, and hit his head. He remembers my niece finding him, but by then it was too late. He was already in the spirit world. He has been trying to reach out to me. Psychic asked me if I hear someone calling, 'mom, mom, mom' when I wake up. He told me I should open myself up and really listen. My son said he knows he caused me a lot of heartache, and he is so sorry. He never meant to hurt me. 'I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean to go.' The psychic relayed several messages for my son and told me to start watching for signs.
Since that time I have gotten the scent of roses at different times and places in my home. My son did send me flowers on occasion, but one instant really stuck out in my mind. Several years back my son gave me 6 roses. I immediately put them in water. As days went on I was amazed that my roses weren't fading. I figured I must be doing something right or these were very special roses. They were. Turns out they were silk flowers with the scent of roses. We laughed about that one for a good long time.
My son spoke of a woman he had loved. In fact, he said they had loved each for many years and had planned to marry, but it just never worked out for them. He wanted me to give her the message that 'she should not feel guilty. She did nothing wrong'. He pleaded with me to be sure I told her. My son's first real friend was a girl who lived next door. Her name was Tiffany. He was five and she was six. They grew up being best of friends and as adults their relationship became one of romantic love. They even planned to get married, but for one reason or another, it never panned out. I had been speaking to Tiff after his death, and she'd been feeling very very guilty because he had asked her to send him a picture she had of the two of them, and she never did it. She felt she had let him down.
The psychic then proceeded to tell me that my son was with my mom and dad and several other people he had never met in life. He mentioned someone whose name began with the letters MAR and said that he had greeted him when he crossed over, but then moved on because he was further along. My son's father's name was Mario and he died in 1986. He then said there was someone named Rose who was also looking out for my son. My son's grandmother's name was Rose.
My mom spoke then and told me that she knows she had been cold and had been cruel with her words. She needed to apologize but never had a chance in this lifetime. She said she was proud of what I had become and how I had helped so many people. (All true about my mom. Af 50 I had changed careers and became a substance abuse counselor).
The psychic then said he sees me involved in a court case. He stated that it would take time, but I would eventually win. My son did not want me to give up on it. (My niece stealing his money. We will eventually take her to court when I become his administrator.)
He then told me someone from my past was there and mentioned a fertility issue. He said this person said they were so sorry for how they had treated me. My first husband married me because I had a child and he couldn't have children. The marriage didn't last. It turned out that he was a sex addict who was out with different women almost every night coming home in the wee hours of the morning.
Others were mentioned briefly--my granddad, my dad, one of my son's friends who had passed, even gave the name of another of my friend's sons who was still alive...and it was an unusual name that could be guessed at.
Had a very quiet Labor Day. It was especially quiet because the construction workers also took off. Amazing to have three days of peace and quiet. I can't begin to tell you about the noise they make. It's unbearable and at times has brought me to tears.
I have finally found something to read that holds my interest--the entire Avalon series beginning with "The Fall of Atlantis". In fact, I couldn't put it down over the weekend. I've already started listing the different characters so as I move on in the books I can figure out their different incarnations. That was part of the fun last time.
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The unveiling.
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We had a great class on Friday. We discussed the pandemic and how it has effected us in both negative and positive ways, and the fact is, despite all the negatives, there are positives to be found. Take hubby and I, for example. Up until Covid and shelter in place we both went our separate ways. I had all my day time activities, and he drove a cab at night. At the most we had only a couple hours each day together and a movie and dinner date twice a month. That was it. That was all the time we spent together.
Then came Covid, and we sheltered in place. I really had thought he would give me a harder time about giving up his job, but this scared him as well. I was pretty stocked up with food when it happened since I had just done a big shopping the Friday before, and I got my food from the center. Then Rite Aid opened for customers, only 5 allowed in at a time, and that became our big day out. We'd first go for a ride, and then stop at Rite Aid for things like milk and bread. As the months went on we found ourselves doing everything together--banking, food shopping, trips to Verrazano for fun in the sun. Even now that things are getting back to normal with hubby working vouchers only and my getting out on my own, we still do our weekly shopping together and head to our favorite bench. This was the positive side of Covid. It brought us together.
Got my new Stash Autumn teas from Amazon the other day. Sipping on Pumpkin Spice right now. Other flavors include
Maple Apple Cider, Cinnamon Apple Chamomile, Cranberry Pomegranate,
Cinnamon Vanilla, and Spice Dragon Red Chai. Yummy stuff.
There is no end to my surprise when it comes to some of the people I have friended. Never knew how bigoted and racist some of then are until the orange idiot in the White House opened the door and gave them permission to outwardly show it. The other day I read a post on FB that turned my stomach. It was written by someone I considered a good friend despite being a Trump supporter. It seems that Jacob Blake's father was taped reading from the Qu'ran. Her comment? "The Qu'ran doesn't belong in the United States." Well, I wonder what she would think of me if she knew I had not only a copy of Qu'ran but also the Hindu Rig Veda, the Buddhist Dhammapada, the Analects of Confucius, and the Jewish Tamaka along with my Christian Bible. I had to study each when I was in Theological School studying to become an Interfaith minister. There is good and bad in all religions.
Yesterday we went to our favorite spot.
Finally got a picture of this guy. He's usually diving after fish.
Might be the last warm day we have there. The leaves are already starting to dry out. The hospital where hubby's son is at is opening up for visitors so next Sunday he will be visiting him. Only immediate family is allowed so I won't be going. That will free us up on the third Sunday of the month and that is already set with a visit to my son's new apartment.
Ah, the end of another week. It' been a busy one for sure. Had a few firsts this week. Took my first bus trip since March on Monday. Felt really good to be out and about on my own and not having to depend on hubby. On Tuesday I got my first haircut since January. On Wednesday I participated in my Game Day Class and then finished up the decorating. So much for a little at a time.
Funny thing, when I dug the boxes out of the closet on Tuesday, I knew some of my stuff was missing. Figured it got mixed in with the Christmas stuff, and I wasn't going to dig all that stuff out, so I decided to make do with whatever I had and maybe head for Rite Aid to pick up a few more. Later that evening I was sitting in my rocker and suddenly it hit me. My wicker basket set. My eyes glanced at one of the larger ones, and I remembered where I Had stored the rest of the stuff.
75 % of my fairy garden stuff is packed away for my great granddaughters. I only keep a few gnomes and my fantasy animals.
This shelf still needs some work.
I decorated my son's memorial for the season.
I have loved my little crone since the day I got her so I find a way to work her into every season.
Yesterday hubby and I went to the bank. He had to get the money order for the rent, and I had to deposit my Rakuten check. I sure wish Amazon used Rakuten. I'd be rich. I also had to cancel my counseling appointment yesterday. No complaints from me.
Today is my creativity class and chair yoga and meditation later. Don't know how the meditation is going to work out with all the racket next door. I never heard so much noise. Yesterday I was screaming at them, pleading to just give me a few minutes of peace.
Have a wonderful day.
These weeks are going fast....especially this week since I have been busy. Still not running around like I once did, but I am trying to get out once in awhile. Today it's off with hubby to hit the bank and get the rent money.
Yesterday morning the doorbell rang, and it was a food delivery from the city. Not my regular food delivery, this one was different. It came in a big cake box and included two yogurts, 3 small low fat milks, two Quaker oatmeal cups, 3 different fruit juices (grape, apple, orange), 2 chicken salads, 4 slices of whole wheat bread, 3 lunch salads, and 3 dinners (meatballs with rice and broccoli, slice of barbecued pork loin with corn and broccoli, and salisbury steak with new potatoes and string beans. I ate one of the salads for lunch yesterday, and the chicken was amazing. I had the pork for dinner and that too was yummy. This happens just when I was going to cancel my deliveries. Now I will just play it by ear. I have until next Tuesday so we'll see if another of package of goodies arrives before then. If not, will definitely cancel.
Been working very hard in the apartment, setting it up for fall. These decorations will stay up until right after Thanksgiving when the Christmas decor goes up. I didn't buy anything new this year so some of these items are several years old. Here is a few pics.
Had to find a way to integrate my new unicorns. I just couldn't bear backing them away until spring.
My sleep patterns have been changing. and I'm not happy with it. I
go in about 9. Can't keep my eyes open when I am up, but then I end up tossing and turning until
about 10. I sleep until about 12 or
12:30, then I am up for a few hours, then fall back about 3, up at 5 for a
bathroom run, and back until 7 or 7:30. Then I wake up feeling tired
and drained because although I am getting about 6 hours, it's broken
sleep.
And then when I get
up in the morning I feel like half the day is over. I'm so used to rising at 6. I
tell myself it's okay that I can sleep as long as I want, but that
doesn't make me feel better. It's not like I have any place to go. When I
first retired one of the things I had looked forward to was sleeping as late as I
wanted, but then whenever I did, I felt like I slept the day away. I
was so used to starting my day early. In fact, there have been times
I've had dinner ready by 8 just to beat the heat.
So I grab an afternoon nap. Is that destroying my sleep pattern? Possibly. I don't know, but I feel I have to grab sleep whenever I can, and in the afternoon I can always go into a deep sleep. Long ago I was a night person. Slept during the day and was up all night. Of course, I had night time jobs and had to. When I stopped tending bar and began working day jobs it took awhile, but eventually I reset my inner clock. Now it seems to be resetting itself.
So I did it. Got my hair cut yesterday. I realized it hadn't been cut since January. As we neared my birthday in March I put it off to give myself a cut for my birthday, and we all know what happened. Covid. I think she did a good job and will definitely go there again. She
looked at the picture and did exactly what I wanted. I woke up this
morning with bed head but I could go out without even combing if I want.
The last cut I got from my regular stylist was ready for a new cut in
two weeks, and not only does she charge more, but I also felt that she
rushed through that last hair cut in January. I was never happy with
it.
Now I have to figure out what to do with my eyebrows. They have grown wild and bushy. Short of shaving them off I am at a loss.
Happy September. Went by myself on the bus to do some banking. Felt really good to get out, almost normal aside from masks, but I must admit I was feeling a bit nervous. I was careful though, very, very careful. I hadn't mentioned before but I'd been suffering from anxiety attacks while sitting in. Not being active has left me too much time to focus on me....not in a good way. I have been finding myself focusing on my breathing and work myself up to the point where I feel shortness of breath and heart palpitations. When I'm busy and doing things I am okay. It's when I sit (and I have been sitting far too much) or go to bed at night. I know it's not physical....it's from having too much time on my hands.
I'm also finally getting my hair cut this morning. Let it grow some so I could get some length and have a shaggy cut. I colored to lightest ash on Sunday so it's a new do and a new color. Just washed and not styled. I need a cut badly as you can see. Tomorrow I will show it to you.
Was planning on attending the 2 pm class and showing off my new cut, but was disappointed to find out the class was no more.Found out yesterday that another worker from the center will not be back. She has purchased
a home in New Jersey and will be moving out there. Already has a job
in a group home. Wishing you all the luck in the world on your new
endeavor, Dominique. I wish I had known so I could have said good bye.
I was lying in bed thinking that the new norm will also include lots of
changes in the center. Some people for whatever reason or other will
just not return. One friend has broken her hip and retreated from the
world, two others have broken their hips, one friend has moved to Staten
Island (says he will still come but that's a big expense), one employee
has moved, and one instructor has passed. And that's from what I know.
There could be more.
Going to start later this afternoon with my autumn decorating. Been looking
forward to this. Time also to start digging out a few fall clothes. I
do this every season. A little a time. Rinse by hand and hang on the
window guards. Meanwhile I pack summer things I know I won't wear again
this year. So, by the time the cool weather arrives I'm prepared and
not scurrying about for something to wear.
