Magic is real
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vicarzAges ago I was walking down Conn. Ave when a small woman sitting next to a small door called out to me; she was a fortune teller sitting outside the door to the steps to her studio. She asked if I wanted her to read my fortune, I forget the price but it wasn't much and I enjoy that sort of thing even if I don't believe in it. So I stopped with her on the sidewalk and had her read my palm. If I remember correctly, she said I had a long life line. About love, she asked me several times, very quietly and with a thick accent, whether I liked girls or boys (I had a long mohawk at the time). She was tenderly trying to avoid my potentially threatened masculinity, whereas I couldn't care less but had a hard time understanding her. Given the time, I probably told her both but mostly girls.
She asked if I was seeing someone, or was close to someone, and I think at the time my answer was no (or not seeing someone seriously, committed, whatever). So she gave a few girls names to see if that was the name of a person in my life. I don't recall the exact names, but I do recall they were all very dated, ancient names that were no longer in vogue. I always like to try and guess the magician's trick, and was picturing her reading this book called "How to tell fortunes" from 1953, with a list of popular names at the sock hop. I think the last name she said was Fran, I do remember that name, and I laughed; more when none of the names were a match and she concluded "Then you haven't met the right girl yet." So true! Her magic at least partially worked.
Recently I had an ad on craigslist; not that kind of ad (I'm really burning a hole in and abusing these semis!) but selling my used appliances in the new house. Last week I had a failed connection with the 2nd responder to the mini-frig - I thought she stood me up, but this week she called my cell to explain her cell had died. Her name was Fran.
We made arrangements this past week, and I went to the house again and this time successfully met her and sold the mini-frig. I can't remember the last, or first, time I met a Fran. She was probably in her 60s with salt and pepper hair, active but not young. As the two of us, mostly me, carried the thing to her car, we talked a bit about strength and gym activity. It turns out her daughter teaches aerobics.
So there is hope yet for the fortune teller and my fate; perhaps Janna and I don't work out in foreverland, and in a series of coincidences yet to take place, I connect with Fran's daughter and we are geographically fortunate soulmates who bond permanently. Then the fortune-teller's prediction of Fran could still be on point!
She asked if I was seeing someone, or was close to someone, and I think at the time my answer was no (or not seeing someone seriously, committed, whatever). So she gave a few girls names to see if that was the name of a person in my life. I don't recall the exact names, but I do recall they were all very dated, ancient names that were no longer in vogue. I always like to try and guess the magician's trick, and was picturing her reading this book called "How to tell fortunes" from 1953, with a list of popular names at the sock hop. I think the last name she said was Fran, I do remember that name, and I laughed; more when none of the names were a match and she concluded "Then you haven't met the right girl yet." So true! Her magic at least partially worked.
Recently I had an ad on craigslist; not that kind of ad (I'm really burning a hole in and abusing these semis!) but selling my used appliances in the new house. Last week I had a failed connection with the 2nd responder to the mini-frig - I thought she stood me up, but this week she called my cell to explain her cell had died. Her name was Fran.
We made arrangements this past week, and I went to the house again and this time successfully met her and sold the mini-frig. I can't remember the last, or first, time I met a Fran. She was probably in her 60s with salt and pepper hair, active but not young. As the two of us, mostly me, carried the thing to her car, we talked a bit about strength and gym activity. It turns out her daughter teaches aerobics.
So there is hope yet for the fortune teller and my fate; perhaps Janna and I don't work out in foreverland, and in a series of coincidences yet to take place, I connect with Fran's daughter and we are geographically fortunate soulmates who bond permanently. Then the fortune-teller's prediction of Fran could still be on point!
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Date: 2014-04-04 01:36 pm (UTC)Remember: never fuck with the true Romany or they will curse your shit!
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Date: 2014-04-04 01:44 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed what she did, was friendly, and hope we parted on good terms.
I found starcraft works fine on my laptop...I may need to try LOTR II while I'm at it...
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Date: 2014-04-04 02:09 pm (UTC)I did find a company that had Mac-playable older games, so I have Master of Orion and Master of Orion II that I can run on this rig, but none of the others.
I logged into WoW last night but just could not work up the interest. I did play Diablo III a couple of weeks ago because some of my former group were up, but it is so linear that I do not have a strong interest.
As for palm-reading, the only two times I let someone read my palm they essentially ended up picking me up for the evening. So I guess I've been skeptical, especially as I too see it as the "how will I play mentalist" approach by the medium.
Good luck with your own search for distraction.
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Date: 2014-04-06 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-06 11:07 am (UTC)