Sunday, May 27, 2018

Dirty Laundry 73

Last week, I was out having coffee with a friend, who asked me to do a tarot reading for her. The Lovers card and the Two of Swords both popped up. Indecision. She nodded and started to rub her back and side. She'd been having sharp pains for a few days. I did the reading, and asked her how things were going with the new guy she was dating, she said that's what the issue was with the indecision. As we continued our conversation, the more her pain seemed to intensify. I told her that was a sign. Her own anxiety about this new guy was expressing itself in physical pain. She needed to dump him. As we changed the topic, and began commenting on other things, her pains seemed to almost vanish completely. Then, she started talking about this other man she'd had one single date with few months ago, and how she was still halfway interested in him.

That other man walked into the coffee shop and surprised the hell out of both of us. There we were both, wide eyed and not sure how to handle it.  He waved and said hello, but didn't stop to chat. My friend turned to me and said out loud, she wondered what the universe was getting at?

She phoned me yesterday to tell me that she had been violently ill all week. The pains got to the point she was vomiting and had to go to the hospital. The doctor's could not find any cause of it. She proceeded to tell me that she broke up with the guy she'd been dating, on Thursday. The pains stopped completely and so did the vomiting.

Here's the thing, she knew all along what she had to do. She just wanted someone else to tell her what she already knew. She'd jumped into a relationship with the wrong man, because she was afraid to be alone.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Post it note May 2nd 2018

Dear Mr. Scratchy:

So, this guy I've had a slight interest in for the last four years since I move into this building, was over this evening.

Yep Herman, I had to call maintenance. Pipe burst in the bathroom, and big flood. The manager sent the one guy I happen to think is hot at what was one of the worst possible moments. I mean seriously, every time something breaks down in the building, the manager himself shows up. This 70-something year old dude who smells like garlic and alcohol. But not today. No, on a day when I look like the bottom of the laundry basket, bare feet cause I don't want to ruin socks and shoes from the flooding, pants cuffs soaked, they decide to send the hot 30 year old red-haired guy to play hero.

Still don't know if it's a laugh or cry situation?

For you Herman, it's a laugh situation but for me...anyways...I imagine you tonight Mr. Scratchy, in your plaid pajama bottoms, a glass of iced tea beside you. I imagine you are wearing those little wire rimmed glasses, snorting back a laugh at the thought of me wading through the flooded room. I think you are shaking your head at me, while at the same time, whispering under your breath about giving me a hug.

As always, smile, smirk and snarl.