Last month I got an e-mail from this tarot card reader in the US (maybe a quack) warning me that a period of transit is upon me from March 27 to April 25. Of course, this was just a teaser. She wanted me to cough up 60 dollars for a more specific reading. Since, I am a cheapskate I did not invest this amount in the powers of tarot.
However, her prophecy had a somewhat psychosomatic effect on me and I have been ‘acting’ upon her advice, milking my period of transition to the fullest on all fronts — professional, extracurricular, person, et al.
A good friend came back into my life and his playful criticism has jerked me out of my scatty reverie. One bright Sunday he wanted to help me put my life in order, and I said I wanted to sleep. “Sleep at night,” he barked and I obeyed.
Then the other day I was cribbing about some work saga and he barked again,” No one is dead right?”
And I quit cribbing. He lost a sister, and now NOTHING else worries him.
As John Wayne said: A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
Touche!
