Good morning! 9 o'clock straight up, and a breezy 41 degrees. I actually broke out the Winter coat yesterday. This year has flown by. Can't believe it's already October.
In roughly two hours, I'm going to have a Psychic Reading. It's something I signed up for some months back. Can't believe it's actually coming to pass.
I have always been open to this kind of thing, but it's the women in my life who have dragged me to Psychic Fairs and the like. The ex-wife(when I was married to her)and another lady I was seeing before that. I was basically along for the ride..
My Dad's passing back in 1992 hit me hard. I couldn't write anything for the next two years, except for the tune One for Dad. Creatively blocked. But it opened the door as far as that kind of communication. I didn't see him but I sure heard him. And on many occasions since then. Mom too. Others followed, including a friend I used to hang out with, who left us at the age of 31.
Dad had a friend in Law School named Shahen Igian. I know I'm misspelling it. He was from Armenia. From him, Dad learned how to say open the door and close the door in Armenian. Duru pats to open, duru pak to close. If I'd had kids, I would've passed this one on. My brother had one, and staunchly refused to teach him these handy phrases. Not sure why....
it's now T minus 90 minutes until I get my reading. I have no idea what to expect, and am trying to keep any expectations out of my mind. The only reading I've ever had done was at one of those Psychic Fairs, and it kinda missed the mark. I'm open to this stuff, but at the same time I'm still a skeptic.
Thanks as ever for stopping in and reading. Happy Saturday to you! For now, I'm outa here. Something to do between now and 11. More later. 