I accidentally angered a psychic

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First Congregational Church

I’m not superstitious.

Sure, I knock on wood when something could jinx me, and I throw salt over my shoulder when I upset the shaker. And there was the Great Fortune Cookie Scare of 2011. I see my little rituals as quirks, though, since I don’t really believe they change the dynamics of the universe.

tarot card quotationI mulled this over as I drove to get a psychic reading. I go by the place all the time, and the pretty engraved wooden sign always catches my eye. I was curious about whether the “psychic” would be an outright con artist, or whether she would truly believe she could tell the future.

I didn’t know whether I should pretend to believe. I decided as I walked up the steps to just be honest. A little nervous, I rang her bell.  I didn’t hear it ring and tried it again before knocking. Still no answer.

I walked away vaguely disappointed, but a little relieved too and thought I might as well get a picture of the sign while I was there.

I took a few shots before being interrupted by an annoyed shout: “Can I help you?”

“Oh, hi!” I beamed. “Are you doing psychic readings?”

“Yes. Why are you taking pictures of my sign?”

“Hi,” I said. “I tried your doorbell.”

“What are you doing taking pictures of my sign?”

“I think it’s pretty,” I said.

“But why are you taking pictures of it?”

“I drive by it all the time, and I like it,” I said. This was true.

“You just go around taking pictures of things you like?”

“Yes,” I said, which was true again.

“I don’t understand why you’re taking pictures of it.”

“My dad used to do woodworking,” I said. “I like the beveled edges.”

She scowled at me.

What nefarious reason could I have for taking pictures of her sign? And if I did have a nefarious reason, shouldn’t she of all people know about it?

“I tried your bell, and there was no answer. Sorry. Was it wrong to take a photo?” I asked.

“No, it’s just weird for you to go around taking photos of my sign.”

“You give psychic readings, and it’s weird for me to take photos?”

Full disclosure: I didn’t say that last part.

Then it was time to get down to business. I selected the walk-in special, a $10 tarot card reading. I can declare I’m not superstitious all I want, but it’s still ominous to hand over ten bucks to someone to tell me my future.

“When was your last reading?” she asked.

“Never,” I said. Again, the truth, but she looked even more suspicious.

Great, a pissed off psychic now held my future in her hands.

She spread out the tarot cards and asked me to choose three. For each card, I had to ask a question. I clearly made up the first question off the top of my head, which annoyed her further. I asked whether my kids would go to college, chose the middle card, and flipped it over.

She threw in some mumbo-jumbo with her answer, and I was still rattled about the sign, so I missed the gist of it.

“Sorry, was that a yes?” I asked.

“Yes, I said yes at the beginning.” This was not going to get any friendlier.

For my second question, I asked if my mother was happy, curious if this chestnut would bring out any particularly psychic declarations. I flipped over the card on the left. She answered simply that my mother is happy where she is, not giving any indication whether she thought she was living or dead.

For my final question, I asked whether I would retire early. I flipped over the card on the right. The tarot card was upside down, which I thought significant based on my knowledge of creepy TV psychics, but it didn’t faze her. She said I would retire early, but that I’m the type of person who would stay busy. I was grateful to escape any gloom and doom predictions.

I had a strong impulse to take a quick picture of the three tarot cards. I let it pass.

As I got ready to leave, I offered to delete the photos of her sign, and she repeated that she just thought it was weird. At that point, I almost mentioned that I might be writing about it on my blog, but she was so annoyed, I just got the heck out of there.

Since I didn’t ask her permission, I won’t be sharing a picture of her pretty engraved wooden sign and instead shared a picture of my town square.

I drive by it all the time and think it’s pretty, so I stopped and took a picture of it.

This scene from the excellent HBO show Carnivale has the eerie atmosphere I was imagining when I went for a tarot card reading, but my psychic had a perfectly mundane dining room with a vacuum cleaner in the corner. If you’re looking to binge-watch a TV show, Carnivale was amazing–until HBO canceled it prematurely. (Video link)

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MultiMEDIA Splice #4: Superstition

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Searching for Jimi’s Castles Made of Sand

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Mud in Essaouira Morocco
An expanse of deep mud separated us from our quixotic destination, having been abandoned by the tide hours before.

My husband shook his weary head at me. Surely I didn’t want to drag our boys through the mud on the off-chance that we’d find ruins that may have inspired an old Jimi Hendrix

Jimi quotationOf course I did.

We had arrived in Essaouira, Morocco the day before. I had been terribly ill, and I was depleted and cranky. We all were. I don’t regret our family trip to Morocco, but it was our most stressful, least favorite trip.

A blurb in our guidebook said that some ruins in Essaouira were the inspiration for Jimi Hendrix’s song, “Castles Made of Sand.”

I needed a little magic to get me over the despair of the last 24 hours. I needed a little Jimi.

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“And so castles made of sand
fall in the sea, eventually.”

I egged my family on–“It will be an adventure!”–and we set out.

Camels on beach Essaouira Morocco collage

As we walked down the beach, we picked our way though a gauntlet of touts selling horseback or camel rides before we reached a deserted area.

Camels on beach Essaouira Morocco 2

Our only clue was the tiny blurb in our guidebook, so we tried to ask for directions from a passerby. He didn’t speak any English, and I briefly considered whether some air guitar of “Purple Haze” would help. Not my air guitar.

We continued on.

Searching for Jimi in Essaouira Morocco

A sickly dog followed us the whole way, wagging its sad, scruffy tail, and I wished I had a snack to share, but I had nothing.

Dog and mud collage Essaouira Morocco

We muddled and slipped our way through the mud. We were low on clean laundry as it was, and if one of the boys fell in the mud, I would never hear the end of it. Although I was the one most likely to fall, I kept reminding the boys to be careful.

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You can see us muddling through the mud at 5:46.

As we got into a remote area, I heard people up ahead. I worried for our safety and thought the dog might protect us, but it was just a few people riding horses in the muck.

We blundered on.

And then we found the fragments of a ramp, and, a little further on, the remains of a wall, and then sections of buildings, broken down and covered in sand.

Boy and Man at ruins in Essaouira Morocco collage

I imagined Jimi Hendrix seeing these same stones, collapsed in the sea, like castles made of sand. My mood soared–victory!

Ruins in Essaouira collage

Although, it wasn’t.

Boys at ruins Essaouira Morocco

After I got home, I researched the song a little further. Jimi recorded “Castles Made of Sand” in 1967, but he took his one and only trip to Morocco in 1969. Not only had we probably not been at the right ruins, but the site wasn’t the inspiration for the song anyway.

It seemed a fitting end to my story about Jimi’s song of irony and disappointment.

“And so castles made of sand
fall in the sea, eventually.”

No worries, though. I’d sought an afternoon filled with adventure and family fun. I had found it all right.

sandals covered in mud in Essaouira Morocco

The mud was just a bonus.

Ruins in Essaouira Morocco

Ruins Slideshow

“Shame on those who remain unmoved, whose pace fails to quicken, on entering one of these old habitations, a manor-house falling to wrack and ruin or a desecrated church!”
Petrus Borel

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Some of my favorite ruins from my travels.

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MultiMEDIA Splice #3: Ruins

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Tunnels of Love

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“Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground.” — Francesca Lia Block

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I’ve been drawn to tunnels since I was age eight or so, when I first read of giant insects  tunneling their sweet way through a magical peach in James and the Giant Peach. I’ve always been repelled by them too, though, by the claustrophobia, the entry into the unknown, the darkness, and maybe even those same giant insects from James and the Giant Peach.tunnel quotation

In Greece, we walked back to our hotel in waning light after lingering in downtown Athens to view the Parthenon at night. There was a taxi strike, so we had to walk into the darkness. It was only a mile, but to get to our hotel, we had to go by a creepy patch of not-so-family-friendly strip clubs and cross the highway through an underground tunnel. By the time I crossed the threshold, my anxiety had ratcheted up plenty, fearful of any people (or giant insects) who might be lurking down there.

What I found, though, was a brightly lit space filled with cheerful graffiti.

For me, tunnels capture the conundrum of having my fear of the unknown right smack alongside my love of adventure.

How do you feel about tunnels?

P.S. Here’s a peek at me as a zombie in a tunnel. Good times.

Tunnel strip

MultiMEDIA Splice #2: Tunnel

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Pork Carnitas: Meatlovers, Prepare to Swoon (MultiMEDIA Splice #1, a new link party)

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Pork carnitas
Pork Carnitas: Meatlovers, Prepare to Swoon

First bite of pork carnitas quotationSure, I’ve had some success serving my family root vegetable tagine or butternut squash pasta sauce on Meatless Mondays, but the fact is I live amid a household of meatlovers.

Sometimes, you just gotta give the people what they want.

By far, what they’ve wanted the most lately is this beauty: pork carnitas.

I’ve enjoyed pork carnitas in a few different restaurants, but this version that I made myself, hot from the oven? So much better! The aroma enchanted us for hours, just an extra perk.

  I used Chef John’s recipe. Check out his video for easy to follow, entertaining directions.

First, my husband and I got to work carving up the pork butt.

Carving up the pork butt

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Some singing is recommended during this step:

“I like big butts and I can not lie.”
–Sir Mix-a-Lot

Yes, a pork butt is really from a pig’s shoulder, but that’s not as fun.

Carving up pork for pork carnitas

Adding spice mix orange peel and garlic to pork

I added a mix of spices, orange peel, and garlic cloves to the pork chunks before dousing them with freshly squeezed orange juice and popping them in the oven to cook low and slow for hours.

Adding orange juice to pork chunks


While the pork cooked, I pickled some red onions to serve on top. Definitely take the time to add these–it’s so easy, and the pickled onions give the perfect burst of sharpness against the richness of the pork.

Pickling red onions

Then, it was just a matter of waiting it out for the entire afternoon.

Pork in the oven

Finally, our wait was over. I stabbed my fork into a chunk straight from under the broiler, barely bothering to protect the roof of my mouth from burning.

The first bite: tender and crispy, rich and spicy, with a touch of sweetness from the orange and an unexpected hint of Chinese five spice giving it that je ne sais quois (literally–I don’t know what it is.)

To the real chefs out there, please forgive me when I admit the silly impulse that flashed through my mind the moment I tasted it: I need to open up a restaurant and serve only  pork carnitas. There will be a line out the door….

OK, back to reality. I made some homemade corn tortillas and served the pork as an open-faced taco with black beans, brown rice, sour cream, cheddar, and vegetables.

Pork carnitas dinner

The men in the house were in heaven, and, OK, so was I.

Before I know it, my sons will be off to college. I know a Sunday dinner that’ll keep them coming back.

Serving pork carnitas dinner
Check out that mound of food my husband assembled. He loved this photo.

Pork carnitas plate

P.S. I also tried making crackling for the first time by broiling up the skin. I was not a fan.

Pork carnitas strip

MultiMEDIA Splice #1: Meat

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Thanksgiving Outtakes

Every year for 15 years, I gather my sons in the yard to take a Thanksgiving snapshot. Some years there’s a turkey to baste, some we have to hit the road. Some years snow, some brilliant sunshine. Some years with a fence, some on the sidewalk.

No matter. The ritual is always the same. The boys clown, the boys annoy. I cajole, I wheedle. They smile. We laugh.

Every year love comes through.

I choose one to save and delete the outtakes, but the outtakes tell a story too.

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15 years of Thanksgiving snapshots 2000-2014

Thanksgiving snapshot 2014 Dan and Dave

Happy Thanksgiving!

Years of Thanksgiving Past:

  • Four Tales of Gratitude
    Skydiving gone wrong, Nina Simone, a Slaughterhouse-Five hobo, and Monty Python were all part of feeling gratitude last Thanksgiving.
  • My Pet Peeves
    This video’s about my (not so very) long list of pet peeves.
  • Benign
    I got good news about a biopsy the day before Thanksgiving.
  • Leftover Turkey Oatmeal
    Sometimes you can only eat so many turkey sandwiches.

Set table Thanksgiving morning

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Do Only Fuddy-Duddies Question Comedians and Interstellar?

Little house and old books

How many times have I been that teacher in the front of the room when the kids are supposed to be working quietly, but wave after wave of suppressed giggles come forward? Does it even matter whether someone really cut the cheese or he was falsely accused when these giggles lift the veil of boredom for scant moments, breaking up the day, and what’s wrong with a little fun, anyway?

Have I entered the old fuddy-duddy phase of my life?

When I stood over my husband’s shoulder to watch Christian comedian Tim Hawkins make fun of atheists, should I have lightened up? Don’t I always love a man with a guitar? Did I just imagine that the whooping laughter from the audience was tinged with hatred for those pathetic atheists who go around thinking they’re so superior?

Am I the only one who sees lyrics like “Reason why, reason why, we exist, but there’s no reason why” as refreshing?

Is it wrong to want to live in reality? Isn’t it good to raise children in the here and now, to show them there is no wizard behind the curtain, and we have all the brains, heart, and courage we need, right here?

Don’t I get it, that people ache to wonder, “Is that all there is?” Don’t I too want a payout after a long investment of time and energy? Wasn’t I the one who watched six seasons of Lost, expecting a finale that would tie it all together, even though it was apparent for ages that there was no way? Were they just making it up as they went along, though?

Do only fuddy-duddies complain when the music’s too loud?

When I got home from seeing Interstellar, why did I jump into a debate about theoretical physics that I couldn’t quite grasp? Why did I bother, when my biggest impression was nausea over how ridiculously loud it was, an assault on not just my ears but my psyche? If someone needs to cause me physical pain to make his movie dramatic, then shouldn’t he have workshopped the script a little more?

Would the kids in the back of the class stop giggling, please? Don’t you know that people are trying to focus on their quizzes, for Christ’s sake?

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Spinning Yarns

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My favorite storytellers have a zest for life, and they weave their enthusiasm into the smallest of details. Even if they are griping about an annoyance, their wonder at life’s inanities comes through loud and clear. So whether they make me want to laugh or want to cry, they also make me marvel at those little moments that others would miss.

This capacity comes through in some of my favorite books:

  • Ken Kesey in One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
  • John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath
  • John Updike in Rabbit, Run
  • Chinua Achebe in Things Fall Apart
  • Jack Kerouac in On the Road
  • Norman Mailer in The Naked and the Dead

All of those books have different styles, but they all spun a tale that tuned me into a world I hadn’t known.

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Join me in a new link party: MultiMEDIA Splice

Multimedia Splice Link Party

Bloggers! Please join me

Join me in a new link party starting next week: MultiMEDIA Splice

The first week’s theme: Meat
(Starting Sunday, November 30.)

I invite you to link up every Sunday with your multimedia exploration of the week’s theme. Then, visit the blogs that link up. Hopefully, we’ll all get some new visitors and meet some new bloggers, or at least we’ll all marvel at our multimedia posts.

What is MultiMEDIA Splice?

Basically, pick 3 (or more) ways to explore each week’s theme, such as with a mix of text, photos, and video.

Some multimedia ideas:

  • Text
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  • Timeline (or infographic)
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I hope to see you next week!

Check out the Daily Post multimedia challenge for some great information about multimedia posts.

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Get mine

Once, he revealed his true core: “Get mine–
God gave dominion over the Earth and animals.”

Speechless, I sputtered empty words: “Shame on you,”
deeply serious, but he laughed.

Later, I was just another pawn to use and discard.
Shame on me.

Elephants painting in Thailand

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Travel theme: Arches

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Floating Island, Lake Titicaca, Peru

Arch on floating island Lake Titicaca Peru

One of the more unusual places I’ve visited was a floating island in Lake Titicaca. The ground was spongy under my feet. Visitors were welcomed by walking through this arch, made of the same reeds that made the island, the huts, and the boats.

Elk Antler Arches, Jackson Hole, WY

Elk Antler Arches Jackson Hole WY

Each of the corners of this park featured an arch made from Elk antlers. Don’t worry–they are shed naturally by the elk.

Roman Ruins, Volubilis, Morocco

Arch Roman ruins Volubilis Morocco

It was about 140 degrees F when I toured the ancient Roman ruins in Volubilis, Morocco. The arches were beautiful, but how about some shade?

The Wooster Street Arch, New Haven, CT

Gateway to pizza: The Wooster Street arch

You know how you know you’re about to get some of the best pizza in the world? You spot the Wooster Street Arch. New Haven aPizza: Pepe’s vs. Sally’s

Natural Arch, Inca Trail, Peru

Inca Trail

Hiking the Inca Trail was breathtaking, literally and figuratively. Day 3 of the hike offered the most varied terrain and ecology. Hiking the Inca Trail, Day 3: The Long and Winding Road

Brooklyn Bridge, Brooklyn, NY

Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge

I was thrilled to walk under the Brooklyn Bridge’s famous arches on a gorgeous spring day. Birthday on the Brooklyn Bridge

View of Manhattan and the Brooklyn Bridge from Brooklyn

Golden Arches, Amsterdam, the Netherlands

McDonald's Amsterdam

The architecture in Amsterdam is stunning. They even make McDonald’s look beautiful.

 Have you seen any great arches? Feel free to share a link in the comments.

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