Today is the first day it feels relatively normal. My daughter started school Thursday, then Hurricane Irene started coming toward us. Normalcy took a back seat. I had some supplies, but not enough, so ran around scurrying like a squirrel. Friday spent the day making ice and frying my brain dumping potted plants that had fought drought and didn't fare so well. I tried, but most of August was over 90 degrees, we usually get a break, by then. We did not. Then it was move the patio furniture and other fun endeavors. Saturday and Sunday were all about Irene; she actually arrived Friday night while I was attempting to finish an art class I had taken. The class was called, "Mix it Up" by JoAnnA Pierotti.
I look at my art now and see I really mixed it up; it is too busy. Everything I attempted did not work out as planned. I tried iron on fabric; the iron was too hot for the fabric and melted it. I tried another photo...didn't like it. Usually I don't have problems using the iron ons, but I wasin a hurry. Irene had shown up and I feared losing the power, I wanted to finish, take photos and upload them. I have always said, I would share the good, the bad and the ugly. I think she reflects the fortune teller in me. No, I'm not psychic, but I have had some moments. They are odd moments and at random, but some are profound. I will share with you and then I hope you will share with me. C'mon it is only fair and if you don't have anything to share, share about someone else you know who had a moment.
I predicted an accident. It was a gorgeous blue sky day in September, around my Mom's birthday, which is the last day of summer. A huge agricultural fair was nearby for a three day weekend, "The Common Ground Fair". She wanted to go; my hubby had plans with his Dad. It would be Mom, my two kids and me. Everyone was ready to go, except Mom. I decided to walk the kids to the shore, to treasure hunt for a bit, see if anyone was catching anything, and let the kids play. My daughter n' Mom share this gene, their hair must be perfect, before they can leave the house. I have Indian like hair, straight and black. Once in awhile I will get a perm and it will turn a chestnut color. My hair has a mind of it's own. We are walking back from the shore and half way I get this terrible pain in my head. It feels like a migraine; I end up struggling to make it to the house, which is only now less than a 1/4 mile away. We stop at my cousins; they are outside swinging. She asks me what is wrong...I told her, I felt sick. She said, she would watch my kids and bring them over in a bit. I went across the street, sat on the porch and watched the kids play. I felt worse. My Mom came down stairs and said, what is wrong. I was crying at this point. I said, "we can't go..."
"Why because you are in pain, have you taken anything for it?"
I blurted out, "No, there is going to be a head on collision".
She looked at me funny, but she has also had some odd moments and decided not to probe.
"Fine, but we need a back up plan, the kids aren't going to be happy".
"maybe I will be better, give me a few minutes" no luck, it didn't go away.
"Here is money for pizza n' movies" I moaned.
She grabbed the kids from next door and off they went. A wave of guilt washed over me, but I couldn't let go of this feeling. When they returned my headache was gone. My son told his sister, "that fair is for hippies, no rides, no fun".
"But I wanted to see the sweater bunny" she fussed.
"You mean the Angora Rabbit, he is beautiful, but we will go another time." I assured her.
We didn't though, we moved away, instead. After pizza and a movie; Mom wanted to watch the local news at 6pm. First story was fires burning somewhere and then a head on collision out in Liberty. A van full of people collided with a logging truck. They were in route for the, Common Ground Fair. He even told what time they were headed out there. It was strange, it would of aligned with the time we would of been in the area. Traffic was backed up for miles and their were fatalities. My Mom was staring at me and kept saying, "We would of been out there at that time".
So, any odd moments of insight?! Do you listen to your intuitive voice?