It has suddenly occurred to me that I Don’t Want to Go To France. I want to stay in bed for two weeks. However, life will likely hand me that kind of vacation in the form of a dire illness at somepointinmylife so maybe I should just do a tarot reading for the trip to France and see if I can apply some mellow to my pre-travel jitters.
Gee whizzickers spirit of the Tarot, leave the rebukiness at home wujja?
Anyway the tarot reading said, and I paraphrase “Don’t be such a ****** wuss; it will be a great trip, there will be great spiritual benefit and you will return in triumph. Are you nuts? Do you think you don’t deserve a trip like this?” With (harrumphing) a side of references to self-delusion and feeling lonely.
I tell people I got the world’s most no nonsense tarot deck and they don’t believe me. I still can’t believe my last reading for Tanya; she asked for a blind reading (no question, and no cues for the reader) and at the end of it, I said, “I will stake my reputation this reading isn’t about you at all – this is about your brother”, because she’s been really concerned with his fate, of late.
Anyway, I’m slowly going through the checklist. I feel better though; I know it’s ludicrous and after all what would I have done if it had all been death and destruction (which was Tanya’s reading…). How can I possibly reconcile reason and the tarot. I guess I’ll have to sit down and work through the rationale at some point. I’ve tried in the past but I think I need to take another stab at it; please expect references to string theory and archetypes.
In an hour Jeff and I are off to Petcetera… kittehs HONGRY om nom nom and muts be fooded! Here’s Gizmo grabbing the mike to sing Bella Chow.