In preparation for our move, there’ll be a lot of purging and packing, but right now I’m sick with some malady–at least it’s not ebola–so I’m not in the mood for filling boxes. I was working at my desk when I glanced into the dining room and saw Sarah Beth and Gina Ann pushing something around. I couldn’t figure out what toy it was, so I finally walked in there. It wasn’t a toy. It was an old painted box they’d removed from my bookshelves and managed to open.
“You don’t know how to read!” I told them. “Much less read Tarot cards.”
I put the box on a higher shelf, thinking, No big deal. Later, I could tell they were arguing over something, so I went into the living room, where I found this.
It’s what’s left of a coaster from Sloppy Joe’s from my trip to Key West back in 1987. It was in the box with the Tarot cards. And though I thought it was a nice memento, apparently the wieners thought I needed to get rid of it.
“We’re helpers!”
Good thing all my dolls are already off site in storage.
After leaving the hospital that day, our friend Geraldine and I went to tell Geof that it was over. We picked him up from work, tried to eat something, and ended up at Geof’s apartment. I remember Geraldine whispering to me, “Whatever he wants to do, just do it.” I nodded, and that’s how I somehow ended up doing a Tarot reading for Geof at his request from the cards pictured. (Geof loved anything Egyptian, and the Egipcios Kier deck is based on Egyptian symbols, letters, and hieroglyphs.) Tarot cards are not something at which I have any actual skill, but I’ve always considered them a way for a person to self-evaluate, much like meditation, dreams, journals, even therapy. To me, it’s another tool of discovery.