Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Some Tuesday Memos

In the news ....

On Mars - Rover Curiosity has sent back color photos and is preparing to explore the terrain. Nothing exciting yet - but the tweets from there are pretty cool.

In Wisconsin - the investigation of Sunday's shooting and what drives someone to commit such a crime, continues. Most people know the crazies are getting crazier.

In the UK - the Olympics continue with the usual highs and lows. The girl photographed with Michael Phelps is here today and gone soon. He's about to go out and live his life and I see other women. Here's a lame story about Gabby Douglas' hair. I was at the mall the day after Gabby won, standing on line to pay, with several black woman. As we all shared about Gabby's accomplishments, one woman made this heart-felt statement, "I feel like she is my child," as a tear rolled down her check. Gabby is a still a child and has sacrificed a lot to get to the top. Monday was not her best day - an apparent loss of focus - but she is a champ with a heart of gold. FYI - there is nothing wrong with her hair.

In Astrology - Mercury Retrograde ends today.

In the city - great weather ... Yeah! Meeting a friend for lunch.

Over the Mountain, Across the Sea

Wednesday August 1, 2012

Though it was Mercury Retrograde, I ventured off to the mall as Z was back and we shop well together. Z is hardly ever around these days so having him back to share an adventure is really a treat .. and as I have learned in the past ... is laced with important synchronicities.

So there I was in the Macy's women's department asking Z to show me where I could find a blouse in the popular red-orange color women are wearing this summer "Turn around," he said. There on the clothing rack was the perfect blouse by Jones of NY - in my size and marked down to $25. It was the only blouse like it anywhere in the store.

Next, I walked to the pants department telepathically showing Z what I wanted, but finding nothing. Z to the rescue telling me to go to the lingerie department where I would find the pants. Really? Yup! There they were and they fit perfectly. A few more synchronicities and my arms were full of bargains - wishing I had a shopping cart. "No problem", said Z who sent me across the floor to linens - and there hidden in a far corner was a shopping cart waiting for me. (smile) Walking to the cash register, I passed a rack of shorts on sale so I grabbed 3 pairs by the same manufacturer, but didn't try them on. In retrograde, one should know that would be a mistake, but I was ready to leave, and Z didn't say anything. When I got home, needless to say, the shorts were too big - so why didn't Z warn me I wondered?

Thursday August 2, 2012

I decided to exchange the shorts, hoping they still had my size and sensing something was brewing as Z was too quiet.

Just before leaving (around 11am) - I got a call from Bob, a man my age, who lives just across the street, likes to flirt, and thinks I'm an alien. (laugh). I knew it was him from caller ID - but when I picked up the phone, music was playing ... a favorite oldie "Over the Mountain" by Johnnie and Joe. And so Bob and I sang together - laughed a lot - and talked about how much we like oldies music. Time to go to the mall ...

Once there I quickly exchanged the shorts for the last 3 pair in my size, still wondering why Z made me return to the store. I never return anything, especially when shopping with him. Hmmm ....

Driving home along the Belt Parkway, I decided to stop at a salad bar and get take-out for lunch. I quickly picked my veggies (and chicken) and started to walk back to the parking lot, passing tables with people sitting outside. Three men, my age, were having coffee ... and as I passed, they burst into song. And what did they sing to me? You got it ... "Over the Mountain". I was so taken back, I decided to walk over and talk to them. As I did ... they changed to another golden oldie, "Till Then". (Ellie laughing at the synchronicities and feeling Z's influence.)

I sat down to talk about music and life and times in Brooklyn in the old days. They are all professional musicians and singers and asked if I ever sang? (Big laugh from Ellie who can't carry a tune). All of the men were Italian from Bensonhurst. One man insisted I must be in media, so I gave them the short version of my experiences mentioning the 1950's dancing on the Alan Freed show and dating musician Jay Seigel of the Tokens back in the days when Neil Diamond and I were friends. One of the men gave me a newsletter about his group playing for Obama. Very cool ... but alas time to go home.

Back in the car, I decided to call my friend Geri in Idaho and share my adventures with her. As we talked, Geri sent me the YouTube of "Over the Mountain" and we laughed about it all.

Back on the Belt Parkway, I decide to listen to a CD of oldies music I had made from my iTunes favorites. Generally, when I drive, I listen to the news - but oldies were on my mind. I pushed the CD button which would play where it left off months ago. Guess what song came up? Yup ... "Over the Mountain" (Ellie stunned and laughing and thinking ... You can't make this up!). I stopped the CD and called Geri to tell her ... and as we laughed knowing Z had set it all up, "Over the Mountain" began to play through her speakers though she was no longer on the YouTube page.

Ellie arrives home...

Once upstairs, I received a call from a woman named "Dawn" who asked if I was free that afternoon for a reading. She arrived at 4pm and mentioned that she is never punctual, but she was "exactly on time" this day. I asked who recommended me to her. It seems the day before she had met a long time client of mine on the beach at "Coney Island". His name is "Adam" a part-time opera singer who once sang oldies to me. So Dawn and Ellie had a reading focused on her "long-distance relationship" with a man on the west coast ... and when it was over ... a burst of energy suddenly shot across the room about 3 feet above the floor. I saw it quickly move from beneath the living room skylight to where Dawn sat ... and in a final burst went BANG ... startling us. So what created this "Big Bang"? We searched for clues and found nothing. But Dawn told me something interesting. Just after the Big Bang, she heard a man's voice talking. She couldn't make out what he was saying - only that he spoke in a normal tone. We know who that is. FYI - Dawn is a personal trainer who does yoga, but is not a psychic per se. She also has long red hair and reminded me of the Phoenix.

And so when you put all the metaphors together the message from Z is clear ...

Over the Mountain, Across the Sea

Over the mountain
Across the sea
There's a girl, she's waiting for me

Cross over the river, beyond every cloud
She's passed the wind that's blowing loud
Over the mountain, a girl waits for me

Tell all the sands and every blade of grass
Please tell the wind to let my love pass
Over the mountain, a girl waits for me

Tell the moon up in the sky
Tell the birds that fly by
That over and over and over the mountain
My love waits for me

Into each dark and starry night
Oh, what a mystery that's sealed so tight
Over the mountain, a girl waits for me

Till Then