Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Finally, a day filled with enough adventure to quench my thrill-seeking thirst has been resurrected! Alright, that’s exaggerating a bit, but I have successfully crossed two more items off of the bucket list.
#28. See a Fortune Teller/Palm Reader.
Psychics. These are the people that Penn & Teller warned me about. Nonetheless, the art of being able to predict one’s fortune (or misfortune) has mystified us mortals for centuries, and I am no exception. One advantage of moving is that your opportunities shift. For example, the only psychic where I used to live was a gal named Debbie whose address I couldn’t find on any map. Here, I’ve come to find out, there are about ten of them in a 25 mile radius. I guess snowbirds just really have the urge to know (and justifiably so). The one that I chose was just off of the beaten path on one of our regular Walmart runs. I’m not going to lie, the joint is a little sketchy. I passed three doors before being able to walk into the inconspicuously placed side entry, and I was greeted by an essence of candle wax tinged with booze (buy hey, I won’t judge). A young girl, not a day over twenty-one, welcomed me inside and led me into a room just off the cramped entry hall. As I waited in the antechamber alone for her to grab an extra chair, I quietly observed the room’s contents. Strewn about were various religious articles, including a picture of the Virgin Mary and a crucifix. More prominently displayed were Egyptian relics, such as several Tutankhamen death mask replicas, jackals, and busts of Nefertiti. The table where the reading would be held was covered with a ceremonious table cloth and ornamented with candles, crystals, and cards. (Does this sound like a bad adolescent novel yet?)
When the girl returned, she instructed me to shuffle a thin stack of tarot cards however long I wanted to and in whatever way made me feel comfortable. I did as I was told and she dealt them in a fashion that I can only assume to be traditional. After asking my full name and date of birth, she asked for my consent to hear everything the cards told her, the good and the bad. Again, I agreed, and we continued on. Right off the bat, she told me that I could expect to live a long and happy life. More specifically, to the age of seventy-five. Cool! Old age! Next she told me that I was going to experience changes in my school, which is true considering I will be taking mostly college courses soon. She also told me that there was something presently holding me back from expressing myself (I still have yet to figure out exactly what that is). Then she proceeded to tell me that I was going to have a very successful career working for myself, nobody above me, with writing as a strong influence. After discussing my professional life, she moved on to my love life (which currently is non-existent). She did mention, however, that there was one boy who had feelings for me, but something was preventing him from professing his true passions. Boy, whoever you are, if you are reading this, now would be an excellent time to present yourself! In the future, she predicted that I would be happily married with two children. It sounds a little too perfect for my tastes, but I’ll take it. She concluded by saying that my life was going to be filled with joy, as long as I stayed headstrong and avoided the influence of others. Overall, I still feel that the session was a bit sugar-coated due to the air of naive-ness that comes with being young (after all, the first card she drew for me was ‘The Fool’ – he didn’t seem too prosperous to me). Will I try it again someday? Hm, that’s a good question, I should have asked.
#14. Participate in a Charity Event.
When I had originally planned this list item, I envisioned attending a ‘Race for the Cure’ or ‘Starving Artists Gala’. Well, it just wasn’t in the cards (pun definitely intended). I had tried to seek out an outing in advance, but all of those plans ended up falling through. However, I’m not one to give up without getting creative. As it turns out, I didn’t even have to do that! I magically opened up Facebook one fateful evening to find that Dairy Queen’s annual Children’s Miracle Network fundraiser was coming up. So today, I made it out to the summer staple ice cream shop and bought myself a chocolate chip cookie dough Blizzard. In addition, I donated a dollar to the cause. As a thank you of sorts, I received two dollars in coupons. Hooray? If you’re looking for an easy way to do your kind deed of the day, head out to your local DQ and donate a dollar! It all goes to children in hospitals, and you get ice cream – can you think of a better deal? If you say yes, then you have way too much time on your hands.
Whew! If you’ve made it this far, then consider yourself a survivor; in fact, you should all have t-shirts made in your honor. All around, I would file today in the ‘Good Days’ folder. Now I’m off to indulge myself in one of the few naps left of the fleeting lazy-hazy days of summer.
Love & Summer,