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I am bemused.
Amused, and bemused.
I don't inflict Tarot on my friends, but I don't hide it, either.
My daughter's equal-best friend, K, has a mother called M who is a teacher at my daughter's school and was really good to her when she and I were living in different states for a few months. M took me shopping last week because her daughter had in turn been staying with us - the groceries she funded were at once a way of not feeling guilty that I was feeding her kid, and saying thank-you to me, and I was quite happy about it.
I was - well, I *wasn't* expecting a parcel from the Tarotgarden, because the main parcel had already arrived. However, Umbrae had mailed a part of that consignment separately to me, the Blue Moon, a slim 22-card deck. First, it was sent some time after the first parcel, then when it was reasonable to assume it might have arrived, I had a house full of teenagers and assignments for my course to do, so I didn't get around to going to the post office. So when M took me to buy groceries, I jumped at the chance to pick up my parcel.
And it was there. I was delighted. I was jumping up and down, saying "My parcel's arrived! My parcel's arrived!" M was smiling indulgently at me. As soon as we walked out of the post office into the sunlight, I was ripping into the corner of the parcel. Umbrae is a bit of a fusspot, and had sealed it very, very well. M told me to calm down, I'd know what it was soon. I said I already knew - it was a Tarot deck.
She looked completely flummoxed.
"But you've already got a Tarot deck, haven't you?" she asked. She simply couldn't wrap her mind around wanting another one. She still can't.
One day, I'm going to have to spread *all* my decks all over the table - and floor - when she visits.
Amused, and bemused.
I don't inflict Tarot on my friends, but I don't hide it, either.
My daughter's equal-best friend, K, has a mother called M who is a teacher at my daughter's school and was really good to her when she and I were living in different states for a few months. M took me shopping last week because her daughter had in turn been staying with us - the groceries she funded were at once a way of not feeling guilty that I was feeding her kid, and saying thank-you to me, and I was quite happy about it.
I was - well, I *wasn't* expecting a parcel from the Tarotgarden, because the main parcel had already arrived. However, Umbrae had mailed a part of that consignment separately to me, the Blue Moon, a slim 22-card deck. First, it was sent some time after the first parcel, then when it was reasonable to assume it might have arrived, I had a house full of teenagers and assignments for my course to do, so I didn't get around to going to the post office. So when M took me to buy groceries, I jumped at the chance to pick up my parcel.
And it was there. I was delighted. I was jumping up and down, saying "My parcel's arrived! My parcel's arrived!" M was smiling indulgently at me. As soon as we walked out of the post office into the sunlight, I was ripping into the corner of the parcel. Umbrae is a bit of a fusspot, and had sealed it very, very well. M told me to calm down, I'd know what it was soon. I said I already knew - it was a Tarot deck.
She looked completely flummoxed.
"But you've already got a Tarot deck, haven't you?" she asked. She simply couldn't wrap her mind around wanting another one. She still can't.
One day, I'm going to have to spread *all* my decks all over the table - and floor - when she visits.