My Day? Mabee not…

Oh, today….

Yeah, it was Mother’s Day.  Mother’s Day would have been a lot nicer if it hadn’t involved most of the things I didn’t want to happen, happening.  It also would have been better with steak.  Instead it came with Chinese-American buffet food and an still unsatisfied craving for a Dunkin Donut’s Coffee Coolata (two days running…if I still want one tomorrow, I am getting a large).

The car worked though.  Counting my blessings.  The car worked, and I got a lot of hugs from the awesome people.  LOTS of hugs!

Traditional Devil's Food Birthday Cake

Oh…  pooh!  I guess it’s not that bad.  I just am frustrated with myself because I’m sunburned, migrainy and behind now on my stories for Story A Day.  I hate being behind on stories…

Yesterday we held the Boodle’s Birthday Party at Hoffman’s Playland.  I got no writing done.  My 750 words came out more a stream of consciousness garble that said nothing.  It certainly wasn’t a story.  The party was a huge success though.  Exhausting, but a lot of fun too.

Does anyone want any birthday cake?

And I’m still behind. I hate being behind.  Only by one story now, as I managed something in my 750words tonight.  So as you can see, all my goals for the ROW80 are moving along fairly well.  I am close to all caught up on all the check-ins.  I’ve got another fifteen minutes to finish the other story idea I have floating in my head.  I can be done by minute if I sign off now.

But allow me to share the story I did finish today.  I haven’t been doing much composing on the computer lately.  It’s nice to share something without “writing it twice”.  Handwriting stories does feel more natural, but typing things in all the time gets tired.

Card Play

Charlie knew…  He knew as soon as the card turned over what its image would be.  He knew all about the big losses he faced.   He’d been right the last three times.   He knew how much his wife would complain if Tina knew he was wasting money like this.  Spending money for an extra pack of cigarettes, a six-pack of store-brand soda or a new set of press-on nails…  Oh, she could see that.  Even when Tina was fretting over the lack of cash in the checking account, she had no problem spending cash on those.

“I work too, you know,” she’d say.  Her head would tip just that little way that he was so fond of.  “I know I don’t make nearly as much as you, but I need this things to keep me going each day.  You know how it is.”

Charlie did know how it was.  That’s why he was here, sitting across this large felt-covered table, a small stack of money–his money–now sitting at the elbow of the woman across from him.  She had been looking grimly at him, as if waiting for his approval to turn over the next card.  Not that she needed to hesitate…  Here she was in charge.  She held all the cards.

She held all the money too at the moment.

Charlie nibbled at his lip a little.  He wasn’t really that sure he wanted to see that card really.  How could so much depend on a little piece of paper, he wondered, not for the first time.  A little piece of paper…  He’d spent most of a day’s pay to watch and see the cards that turned up.  Was it his number?  Was hers?  How much would he have to apologize to his wife for this time?

The woman across the table flicked the corner of the card closest to her up so she could see the result.  Her lips pursed.  She’d done that the last time too.

He felt the blood drain from his face.  “Let’s see it,” Charlie croaked before he lost his nerve.

Dutifully, the woman eased the card over, revealing it’s face, and the crumbling Tower that filled it.

For those who know anything about tarot, the Tower Card is self-explanatory.  For those who do not, here is a nice, simple explanation of the meaning:  This little story came out of a day dream I started having about my son and a small three card “reading” I did on him (yes, I had him do the cutting of the deck for this “Past Present Future” mini).   My son’s reading, fit him frighteningly well (all descriptions are made for the Thoth Deck since that is my main deck of use):

As any who know the Boodle in person can vouch, I don’t think I could have chosen better cards for him if I’d looked into the deck and picked the cards out by hand.  I’m reminded of why I’d stopped doing readings about 15 years ago.

Photo credit:

  • Traditional Devil’s Food Birthday Cake (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

10 responses to “My Day? Mabee not…

  1. I’m sending you another great big hug from NYC to a great woman, mom and fantastic writer…

    Happy Mother’s Day Eden!!!


    • Well, Thank you! I’m not sure how you fare on the “Mom” part, but the other two I can say for a fact do apply to you as well, hun. It’s great to see you on the ‘Press again. Does this mean some more writing? How was your trip? I guess I’ve got some Google+ in to do. I want to hear ALL the news!

      PS: Looks like the Boodle and I (and maybe the hubby) will be heading down to NYC for the day or so around June 17th. Maybe we could at least have a coffee break that day.


      • YES!! should try to meet up for coffee! No, I”m not a momma yet unless you count my two four legged monsters. LOL! Google + me. I don’t know how to work it yet except responding Ha! Got back yesterday; I”m working on a post now.. 1:18 am jet lag no less LOL!


        • When things are a little less crazy, yes, I definitely will msg you on G+. For the moment, I’ll wait for a blog post and go get some sleep. Sounds like you need some sleep too. 🙂 So are your four-legged monsters of the feline or canine kind?


  2. Jeremiah wants more cake. =)

    I will look up the tarot, tomorrow. Too tired, tonight, and no need for more images in my head, which is swimming…toward sleep.

    More then, maybe – or mabee! =)


    • I know Jeremiah wanted cake, and I so wanted to give him some. However, for the cost of the gas to get together… you guys could buy one in Mechanicville.

      No rush on the tarot. I was just feeling the “nag” and had to draw out my old deck. And if you never get to it, that’s fine to. It’s something of a thing for me. And the “thing” is that it’s often so accurate…


  3. hope the grumps have been sent packing now:) glad the car is fixed and birthday went well – not into tarrot although a friend of mine learnt and practised on me – bu moi – I am all science and logic:)

    all best for coming week and keep smiling


    • Yes, Alberta, the grumps are packing… sort of. I think it’s less “grumps” than just tiredness and achy-ness. Of course, I won’t talk about the car today (seems I should trust more than just my tarot deck and keep a good eye on my “Jinx-meter” too). It’s running, but there’s “something not right”. I hate “Something Not Right” situations.

      I had to laugh about the “all science and logic”. I’m pretty technically-minded in so many ways. My husband says he considers himself lucky to have met a Geek Girl in me before it became fashionable… I still study things like tarot and crystals; I was raised on astrology… They make good story features, and oddly… don’t ask me how I do it, because I haven’t given it much thought yet: readings I do tend to be quite accurate and rather non-random. I’m sure it’s probably something about statistics and cognitive dissonance, but…

      Have a lovely week, Alberta.