Of the Tarot

It has been some time since last I wrote of witchy goings on.
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Fail.
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Hark! Here is some redemption for your Faerie witch! I have taken up the cards again. It has been a long while since I have read myself. Not that it would happen often if I did keep up the practice. Reading myself is difficult. I'm biased. Well, those of you that read know what I'm taking about. We long for that specific answer. If the cards deviate from that possibility, we twist and turn meanings until they fit into our little fantasies. So, for those of you that don't read, you can see why it doesn't happen very much. *~_^*
I had the itch to read yesterday morning.

That's when I broke out my Medieval Scapini deck. (The pictures I've found online just don't do it any justice.) This was the first time I'd actually used the deck for a reading. It took some getting used to.
I usually use my trusty Rider-Waite. This deck has been with me since the beginning! My dad (who took a really long time getting used to the idea of having a heathen daughter) is the one who bought the deck for me. I'd been gazing longingly at the beautiful art displayed in my favorite occult shop (at the age of 13) when he decided to get them for me. I had no clue what they meant or even, really, what they were. I was just drawn to them. To me, they were just really neat to look at. I didn't understand what the little book meant, but I figured it out in a fumbly sort of way...eventually. Luckily, on our way out of the shop, he'd noticed a flyer for a tarot reading class to take place at the shop. After replying in an enthusiastic affirmative when asked if I'd liked to take the class, he signed me up! I was shocked, but so very pleased. *^_^* The Rider-Waite deck has been my guide through the sometimes muddy fog of my extra sensory perceptions and intuition. However, like people, sometimes decks need breaks to relax. Having more than one deck helps others recharge; especially heavily-used favorites! So, while I adore my first deck, the Scapini was a pleasure to use. Albeit rocky to get used to, at first, but change can be a good thing. Doesn't hurt that I didn't have to twist meanings to get what I wanted when I read.

Then, of course, I have a third deck. Tarot of the Witches. This was bought for me early on by an aunt who, really, only knew two things about me.
1.) I was a witch.
2.) I was becoming quite adept at reading tarot.

However, little did she know that I would think that this deck is effing ugly. I appreciated the gift for what it was; a very thoughtful, open-minded gift from a loving aunt who was raised very strictly Catholic. I don't blame her for not knowing that not all decks are alike. When I read with Tarot of the Witches (maybe once every other year or so), my readings feel false. The deck screws with me, and I don't like that.
I mean, just look at that smug bitch on the cover! *~_^*

Without Going Into Any Detail

I just want to repeat what I've said here before: Life is so good!
So...the fella I kinda like. The one I mentioned in my last post. Er, maybe it was the one before that? Anyway, I met on Thursday and we hung out and talked for hours! We got to know each other a little better, and I think he's pretty neat. And, truly, that's all I'm going to say about that. I don't want to open my big mouth anymore. So, yeah.
Today was the sixth work day in a row for this week. I'm done with that. It was also one of our art fairs at the farm. I wouldn't mind them so much if more artists would reserve space. It's damn cheap, as far as I understand. The weather was great, so plenty of people were wandering the farm. *shrugs* Oh, well. One more in October, then the last one of the year is in November. I digress. I'm tired after such a long week. The end was tremendous! But it took a long time to get here.
Tomorrow, a buddy of mine and I are taking a trip out to an off Cape farmer's market. It should be fun. The variety of offerings is incredible! Before that, though, we're going to a public art show in a gallery of the neighboring town. I'm really looking forward to it!
Oh! So sleeeepy!

Kids, Salukis, Small Town Appreciation and such

Life's been pretty hectic in the past couple of weeks. But that's okay; keeps me on my toes.
Last week, I brought home an orphaned kid. Now, you all know how much I dislike children, so don't assume that it was a human child. No, I brought home a baby goat named Gracie, while my bosses went on business trips. At the time, she was the farm's newest addition. (We have since welcomed a new cria (baby alpaca) into the world!) Sadly, Gracie's mother, Tula had complications that weren't salvageable, and she had to be put down. Gracie had her mother for two whole days, so she received all of the nutritious Colostrum from Tula's milk. It was a really hard day to work, but I can't blog about Gracie and let Tula's memory disappear into the abyss. She was a skittish sort of goat, but still a darling girl. She is missed. Gracie was a little ball of ash brown fluff, but she's since grown rapidly! Who know what two weeks would do?!
I was considering purchasing a Saluki pup. Now, I know what you're all thinking. And I agree. There are hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of animals out there waiting to be adopted. That would be my first option. However, the breed of dog I want is not one you can find at just any old shelter. They were also bred to be hunters. Having one that did not grow up with the Teacup Chihuahua and Italian Greyhound that Auntie has would be a very bed idea. They could be very badly hurt even if the Saluki were only playing. This is the importance of buying one from a reputable breeder and raising it with the other two. Besides, I have been thinking about showing one. So, of course, it would need to be intact. However, Gracie put me through the motions of training a puppy. After that one week, I'm not sure I'm ready. I'll reconsider after my trip to Ireland next Fall. Maybe I will have settled down a bit by then.
The dosage on my meds has finally been increased! Hallelujah! It hasn't really kicked in, yet. But I have been laboring under this heat and humidity trying desperately to breathe. I hope it starts working soon. I've also gone to the respiratory specialist to see if there are any obstructions in my lungs. Also, I'm set up to have an eco-cardiogram and stress test. Which reminds me, I still need to call a local place and see if they have an x-ray machine so I can get my chest done. Ah, the wonders of being an air hungry hypothyroid in Summertime. *rolls eyes* I can't wait for Fall.
All in all, though, this Summer has been the best (that I can recall!) We've biked down through the woods, along the Canal to the beach. We've had our swim or sit in the sand, then rode up along the streets of downtown Sandwich and back home. So much to appreciate and admire about our darling, little town! The air has smelled so good with the last few rainstorms. And, at last! we've had numerous thunderstorms! It has all been a blessing. Lammas came and went without a hitch. That was the tail end of my week with Gracie, so my plans to do ritual and cooking fun didn't happen. But what better way to appreciate the turning of the Wheel than with a baby animal?! I was satisfied. I'm still going to carve my personal watermelon for my stoop, though. *~_^*
The OkCupid scene has thrown a nice fellow or two my way since that Mr Jekyll turned Mr. Hyde at me. I don't want to go into details, as I am afraid to speak too soon. Let me just say that there is one guy in particular that makes me randomly smile throughout the day. *^_^*
And, finally, I have read Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice, each for the first time. I can't wait to read more Austen!

Pessimistic Seabird

"Huh?" you say, "Pessimistic seabird? What has that got to do with anything?"
Tern for the worst. It's a joke I made up a few months ago. I love it! :P
So, as Wizardess said in my original post about OKCupid, you meet some no-gos. The fella in the Midwest has become a no-go. My feelings have changed (yes, it's only been a week...), and I told him so. At first, he seemed ok with it. Then, I received another email after one I'd sent him telling him how glad I was that we could still be friends.
Well! Let me just tell you! "Friends" doesn't even look like an option anymore. *shrugs* Oh well. At least he's almost a thousand miles away from me and doesn't have my addresses. Too bad, really; he would have been a fun friend to have.

Other news! I'm off for the next two days after an hellishly humid week on the farm. Phew! I came home today, had a swim with Auntie, then enjoyed the lovely thunderstorm, which is now just sunny drizzle. *^_^* And I say to myself, "What a wonderful world."
The weekend is open, whatever shall I do? I suppose a new video is in order, as I said I'd make one a few days ago and have yet to fulfill that promise. :/