And the Beat Goes On...

 

To continue my last post, Temple of Sighs, I finally did receive the reading.  It was very generic and somewhat disappointing.  He (the medium) said he could not be more specific because none of my guides showed up.  (In the past when I have had readings, the medium had to tell the people on the other side to keep it down to a roar as she couldn't hear anything!)

But a promise is a promise and I proceeded to attempt to pay him. The first email address he gave me - the one that I said sounded "weird" was no longer a viable option, according to him.  He gave me another email address to use and I sent the payment which he immediately refunded to me.  He wanted me to download a cash app (No, sorry.) Then he wanted me to go to a store and buy an EBAY card.  (No, sorry.) Then he told me to hold off paying him until he got back to me.

I had a very uncomfortable feeling so I blocked him.  I didn't pay him at all.  I am feeling so guilty.  I wanted to pay him but he was making it so difficult and it got weirder (more weird?) with each communication, so I did what I did.  

I am spending at least an hour per day working in my "studio" doing collages.  Shayna knows "craft time" means we're headed to the basement where she has two beds from which to choose and a giant antler to chew.  She sees me cutting and ripping papers, so she decided to "help" this afternoon and started pulling pages from a magazine.  Then she went over to a larger collage that was drying with matte gel and tried...only tried...to pull a large piece off the board.  I had to rearrange everything and will now have to try to outwit a 2 1/2 year old dog on the next craft date, tomorrow!

So, my old stereo is in the basement with all of the LPs that I had saved.  Some real good stuff but also so pretty lame stuff.  My musical tastes are in the category of "Really?".  Today, I pulled out Joni Mitchell's Court and Spark and America's A Horse with No Name.  As I was listening to the latter, I cracked myself up.  This was the album to which I lost my virginity.  And then I felt nauseous and had to remove it from the turntable.  

One last bit...speaking of the America album.  Last night I had some pumpkin ale; 3 sips to be exact.  (It doesn't take much.)  M said something about a desert;  all I heard was "desert" so I promptly burst into the title song.  I made him laugh so hard that he decided he is going to find a way to hook me up to a pumpkin ale IV so the fun never ends.

Be well, kids.  See you soon! xo