Tuesday Afternoon and my plan is to skate thru the next hour or so with as minimal interruptions and aggravations as possible.
The trip to New Orleans was fine; house was great, good food, no accidents, no one died, haha.
A couple of minor aggravations: I strained my back somehow (probably moving inventory before I left Thursday) and by Sunday was having full blown muscle spasms that even four jello shots of Everclear wouldn't dull. (I was on Bourbon Street)
Then somehow my credit card wigged out and wouldn't work so frustrating. I didn't focus so much on eating clean or following my colon healing plan but I was mindful of amounts and not over eating so there was that.
I also noticed I was (except during the spasms) going up and down a flight of stairs without pain or having to stop and breathe. Different story from several months ago.
Sleep was practically non existent esp Saturday night when my phone blew up with news that my Grandson's girlfriend hit him in the face three times. I had just fallen asleep and in my not so awake status was pulling on clothes and hunting for my car keys when I realized I was about 10 hours away. I'm still very upset about this.
Ironic as I know they are just like horoscopes.. just general enough to fit to anything...but for grins I went to a tarot card reader in Jackson Square Saturday. He first played a card about 'a king who's used to ordering people around and getting what he wants.. and how he wants 'me' but for his interest, not mine. Immediately the customer, "Mr. Discreet" came to mind.
The reader then went onto explain another card referred to a situation that was going to get very physical, not directly associated with me, but one with which I'd have no control. I was puzzled about this until I got the news about the grandson. Weird how that stuff works.
So despite seafood and more.. including a weird discussion that morphed into a craving then finally a realization when I bought and devoured a bag of pork skins... I was able to return to my veggie drink this morning with no regrets. A yogurt at lunch and am looking forward to preparing dinner; which I plan to do as soon as I close my shop.
I'm tired. This situation with the grandson weighs heavy on me. For a few minutes I considered getting a voodoo doll and even a curse put on the abusive girlfriend. But being the believer in Karma as I am I knew I'd receive a backlash of harm by trying to put it out into the universe.
So instead I posted meme's and info about abusive sociopaths and psychopaths on my FB. She finally got the hint and or grew tired of seeing it and texted asking if I wanted to talk. I don't see the point as the conversation would go something like this:
Me) did you hit him?
Her) yes .. but...
Me) well then, nothing else to talk about
I'm really sleepy. Fifteen minutes to go and I didn't avoid the aggravation .. but it's mild and this I will endure ... 13 minutes to go now....
