A Big Day

Today was an amazingly strange, and surprising day.  It was the day Aunt Samantha and I had an appointment with the Real Estate Agent to walk through The Blue House.

All the way up until we were sitting in the The Blue House’s driveway and the Agent pulled up behind us in her car, I tried to convince Aunt Samantha to cancel our appointment.  I still felt guilty about taking up the Agent’s time when we were not serious buyers.  And, I was also worried that the house’s interior would be nothing special after I had built The Blue House up in my mind as some kind of dream home.  For some reason, it was important for me to hold on to that dream.

Aunt Samantha would have none of it so when the Agent arrived, we climbed out of the car and headed up the front walk.

From the time I stepped through the front door strange things started happening.

First off, I had the strongest sense of dejavu I’d ever had as soon as I stepped into the entryway.  I knew that I had been in that hallway before. And, not only that but I felt like it was my home – like I belonged there.  Lived there.  The eerie part is that I could swear I heard someone call my name.  Someone with a young voice – a kid, a small boy maybe. Then the dejavu feeling passed and I was just Jewels touring The Blue House.

Aunt Samantha said I turned white as a ghost in the hallway.  I didn’t want to tell her about the dejavu part because she’d weave all kinds of mystical meanings into that, so I told her that I had felt a little dizzy, probably from not eating breakfast. 

Of course, that got Aunt Samantha to digging in her purse for something I could eat that would bring up my blood sugar.  I declined the health food candy bar, and the vitamin pill she offered, but finally took the pack of fruit lifesavers so she’d quit ‘mothering’ me.  It was a bit embarrassing.

I had no more dejavu moments, but the house felt strangely familiar and comforting.  And, the tour of the inside was simply glorious – especially the kitchen.  I fell totally in love with the kitchen!  It was the perfect kitchen and it was absolutely loaded with charm.  I could live in that room. 

I was sold on the place even before we toured the upstairs which was just whip cream on top of a perfect desert.  The interior of  The Blue House surpassed my wildest dreams of a dream house – and I wanted it for my own.  I wanted to buy it and live in it.

I waited until the Agent took us back to the kitchen to drop my bomb.  Aunt Samantha thanked her for the tour and mumbled something about it not being exactly what she was looking for.  They were shaking hands when I piped up with, “I’ll take it!”

You could have heard a pin drop.  Both women turned to look at me.  Aunt Samantha with a shocked look and the Real Estate Agent with a confused look that quickly turned into a very friendly smile when she realized I was serious.

Aunt Samantha excused us and pulled me outside. 

I told her that I loved the house, and after all hadn’t she been trying to get me to move out of my parent’s place so I could get past my grief over their deaths and on with my own life?  Wouldn’t moving into The Blue House fulfill both of our wishes?

She argued that the house was very expensive, not to mention old and that it would probably need a lot of work.

It looked fine to me but I said I would have someone look the place over to see exactly what kind of work was need – if any.  And that I would offer to pay a good bit less than the asking price and offer to pay it in a cashier’s check.

Aunt Samantha still seemed very reluctant and suggested I look at other homes if I was in the market.  I told her I wanted the Blue House and nothing else.  When she saw that I was set in my mind, she finally dropped her real argument for me not buying.

She said she didn’t like the ‘feel’ of the house.  From the time she walked in the door she said she felt like a weight was pressing on her.  Basically, she was getting bad vibes from the house like it was infiltrated with sadness and pain.  And of course, she had to add fear to her list.

I don’t know if she just didn’t like the house or just didn’t want me living someplace new or what, but I didn’t get any of those weird feelings and I told her my mind was set.

The upshot is that I made a decent offer to the Agent and she is going to put together the paper work for me to sign this coming week so I can be ‘locked in’ as first choice buyer.

It wasn’t until after Aunt Samantha and I were eating lunch in town that we realised we hadn’t taken the tour of the Coach House that belongs to the property.

No problem.  I won’t be living in the Coach House so that can wait for later.  Just another little jewel to sweeten the pot.

I can hardly wait to hear what the owners say about my offer!

Jewels

The Blue House

Aunt Samantha found out that the Blue House is on the market. I’m guessing Elizabeth told her about it. Anyway, she informed me today that she called the Real Estate Agent who is handling the sale, and has made an appointment to see it this coming Sunday.

Aunt Samantha is not in the market for a new home.  She made the appointment so that I could get inside and take a “look at it before it is sold”.  She knows how I’ve always been a bit obsessed with that house and she said that she thought it would be “fun” for me to check out the interior.

I’m not exactly sure how I feel about going inside the house.  It has always been a kind of ‘dream house’ to me and seeing the inside might be a let-down and sully that picturesque idea I have of it.  On the other hand, maybe it will be everything that I’d always envisioned it to be. 

Another thing that bothers me is that we will be taking up the Real Estate Agent’s time, as she is expecting to show it to potential buyers which neither of us are.  When I mentioned that to Aunt Samantha she said I should “lighten up” because it is a Real Estate Agent’s job to “show” the house to people who are interested in looking at it, and we were definitely interested. 

I agreed to go.

Hopefully, the inside is as spectacular as the outside.  Wouldn’t that make for a lovely memory?

Jewels

Wolves In Sheep’s Clothing

I took a personality test in one of my psychology classes at the University.  It placed me in a small percentage of the population who view their environment as hostile.  I balked at the results.  I have always viewed myself as an optimist.   But as the years have passed, I’ve come to the conclusion that the test results were pretty much right on target.

I’m intrigued by people and what makes them tic and act so differently from one another.  Sometimes, I’ll sit in a public place, sip some coffee and just watch the ‘people show’ unfold around me.

On the other hand I’ve observed enough to know that below the civilized show that people put on, wolves can be lying, waiting to pounce.  Women can be very viscious with their gossip, lies, and manipulations.  Men can be verbally caustic and violent.

If it weren’t for civilized laws that hold people accountable for their actions with the threat of incarceration, the level of crimes would be drastically increased.

Those are just my personal views and observations.

I don’t watch the news on TV because most of the top stories are about violence, pain, and death and that just reinforces my negative view of the world.

I am wary of men in general and have a strong distrust of those with dark hair and dark eyes.  Don’t ask me why.  I was never abused by a man so I have no rationale for my feelings, but I trust my feelings and usually let them guide me.  Once again, I chalk this one up to another one of my little phobia things.

I feel much more comfortable around women than I do around men.  That’s just a fact.

This line of thought came about when a tall, dark haired/eyed man visited the bookstore today.  I don’t know why, but he gave me a bad case of the creeps.  He didn’t say anything out of the way but his eyes were intense and penetrating and I felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.

After he left, I started thinking about my distrust of people.

Of course I know that there are lots of people like me, Elizabeth, Aunt Samantha, and Uncle Peter out there who are good hearted souls but finding them means opening up and exploring.  I’m not up to that at this point in my life.  I like my own company and the company of my close friends and family.  That’s enough for me right now.

Maybe I spent too much time using my imagination helping Elizabeth on her romance novel plot. 

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Jewels

The Weekend Cabin

Elizabeth, Jynx, and I spent the weekend in a lovely cabin that overlooks a lake.  The cabin was beautiful inside and had a ton of glass windows that allowed a spectacular view of the lake.  

The cabin was Elizabeth’s idea.  She’s been working hard writing a romance novel, and she just wanted to get away from the distractions at her home and concentrate on writing.  And write she did!  Up at dawn, she wrote until I pulled her away for lunch.  She’s not a breakfast girl – neither am I, so coffee and pastries were the normal morning fare.

After lunch we’d take a little walk around the lake or take the row boat out for a bit.  I’d snap pictures and she’d throw out plot twists for my consideration.  Her main character is quite the comedian so those discussions gave us quite a few good belly laughs. 

Then it would be back to writing for Elizabeth and I’d curl up on the couch with a book and end up taking a little nap.

The writing would end for the day when dinner was ready, which of course was made by moi.  We’d eat, then lounge in front of the gas fireplace with its little flames flickering (for ambiance not heat of course – although, it was pretty cool up there), and we’d watch a movie. 

A couple of glasses of wine on the deck put the perfect finishing touchs on two wonderfully relaxed days. 

Our Weekend Cabin

Jewels

Trouble Ahead?

Another interesting day at the bookstore.

Today, Aunt Samantha was giving free mini Tarot card readings to the customers who wanted them. Surprisingly enough, quite a few of them did.  She offers readings once a month and always ends up with one or two customers who become ‘regulars’ and come back for paid readings.

During an afternoon lull, Aunt Samantha pulled a chair up next to mine at the register, set the Tarot card deck in front of me and told me to shuffle and cut them.  I did.

What happened over the course of the next 10 minutes was extremely bizarre to me and to My Aunt I think, even though she tried not to show it.

Taking the cards I’d shuffled and cut, Aunt Samantha laid the first three down from left to right.  They were the The Wheel of Fortune, The Tower, and the 10 of swords. 

She told me that The Wheel of Fortune meant that in the near future an opportunity would knock at my door and offer me two choices.  Two directions to choose from.  She said that I needed to consider my choices well because one of them would lead to the Tower Card which represented a total upheaval of things for me.  Which, in turn, would lead to the 10 of swords which meant a ton of emotional drama would enter my life.

She said she couldn’t be more specific than that.  But she felt like the cards were a warning for me to make very careful choices in the near future.  A future which she said could be in 3 weeks or 3 months.

I think she felt uncomfortable with the reading and wanted to leave me with something more light and fun.  Something more positive to look forward to.  So she had me shuffle and cut the cards again.  That’s when the weird part happened.

After I cut the cards I handed them to her and she turned up the first three.  Just like before.  They were the exact same cards!

Aunt Samantha snatched them up saying that I must not have shuffled them very well.  She put the three cards back into the deck in three totally different spots, making sure they were seperated and then had me shuffle and cut again.

The same three cards popped back up, in the same exact order!!

I was shocked, but Aunt Samantha’s face looked absolutely pale.  She said that had never happened to her before, then she snatched up the cards and put them back in the box.

She wouldn’t elaborate on what it meant that the same cards showed up three times in a row, but I think she was concerned because several times during the afternoon I caught her looking at me with a funny expression on her face.

She didn’t do any more Tarot readings for the rest of the day and when we closed the store this evening, she sent me home with a ‘Be Careful Sweetie’ instead of her usual ‘Ta Ta Little Jewels’. 

I wouldn’t normally put that much store in a Tarot Card Reading, but I find it extremely odd and unlikely that the three cards would fall in the exact same order three times in a row!  What are the mathematical chance of that out of 78 cards?  Astronomical I’m betting.

I wonder what it means, if anything at all.

I guess I’ll find out in the next three months.  In the meantime, I’m going to examine my choices a bit closer than I normally would. 

Just in case…

Jewels