I had my palms read this afternoon at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. I was informed of the following: I have severe allergies to many things in nature and I'm especially sensitive to chemicals in fabric softeners and scented candles (duh.) Also, according to my palms, I've been burned so badly in relationships that I am no longer willing to put up with anyone's shit. In the past, I had been extremely supportive in regard to the needs of the turds I had been dating, much more so than my significant others had been toward me (duh.) I'm basically dead on the inside. again, duh. Also, my period of isolation will probably go away with the next 12 years (yipiee) and although I have fertility issues, I will probably have a child before menopause sets in. No hint of marriage, though. There were hints that my career/happiness niche issues will be resolved soon, and a profession in a creative field is on the horizon.
It was a good time at the RenFest. I'll probably go back in a few weeks. I purchased a scarf from a belly dancing booth, some cinnamon-clove spiced honey, an agate, a piece of Labrodorium, the palm reading, some tasty fish and chips (with lots of tartar sauce (the bane of my existance lately) and a beer. I almost purchased a nifty cloak before reminding myself that I already have one and it's better than anything else here because it's British, vintage and reversable.
Then I returned home to discover that a relative died...
Sunday, August 14, 2005
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2 comments:
Glad to see you back. Really sorry to hear about the relative. Seems like there's alot of that going around my bloggerfriends recently. Hang in there! Keep writing, but don't push it!
i'm very sorry to hear about the death in the family.
on a happier note, what did you think of the tribal belly-dancing? pretty fun huh?
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