September 24, 2004

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  ITS A LEMON PAST AN ASPARAGUS!

  
  

  Yes, this ugly clock hangs in my dining room.  I got it for a Mothers Day present 10 or 11 years ago from my kids and husband.  I have hung it on the wall ever since, of course, like a good mom, but I cringe! Ha!

  
  

  I have a little something to say about this clock, but it involves talking to a medium, so any of you who don't believe in that psychic stuff (Bluesoid comes to mind! I still love you sweetie!) can stop reading now and stare at the wonder that is my Ugly Clock.

  
  

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  I went to talk to a wonderful medium here in Eugene a little over a month ago, wanting to learn how to communicate with my guides better.  She gave me some tips, (which work great, by the way) and helped me learn some practices for focusing and clearing my mind of the constant chatter I generate on my own, and listening to the spirit world.

  
  

  She said that my guides had someone that wanted to talk to me, and all of a sudden, my husband started talking about the agreement I had made when selling our insurance agency, he was not happy with his partners, felt they could have helped me better, and that he would never have treated their wives that way had they crossed over.

  
  

  Wow!  I knew it was him, how could she bring up something so random?  And of course, that would be something that would really chafe him, as he was a very caring and fair person in life, definitely an old soul.  What's funny is, I knew they didn't give me the best deal, but I just wanted out so desperately, I was willing to take less than it was worth, and I have not fretted over the decision, or the price agreed upon.  I chuckle now to think of him getting annoyed at his partners. (and probably at me for not demanding more)

  
  

  While he was alive, he drank a cup of coffee every morning, and I drank orange juice, didn't care for coffee at all.  A few days after he died, maybe the day of the funeral, my sister brought me a Starbucks coffee, some sweet mocha thingy, and as I sipped it, it was like an instant addiction!  The next morning when I woke up, I wanted COFFEE!  And I wanted it BAD.  But it tasted so nasty black (the way he drank it), and I had to doctor it up with anything in the house.  After a few weeks of experimenting, I found a creamer I could stand, and I had a cup of coffee every morning.  It was crazy!  but I NEEDED it!

  
  

  The medium says to me "He says he had a cup of coffee every morning, but you put creamer in it"------ohmigod!  I have it on tape, I had to listen again to make sure I wasn't delirious!

  
  

  The craziest thing about that is now, since talking to her, that desire for a cup of coffee is not nearly so strong, I even go without coffee some mornings.

  
  

  Now to the clock - "He says you have a clock in the kitchen,.... he knows NOW that you don't like that clock, but he wants you to know he does like it, thats why he bought it, so there!"

  
  

  Now I can't look at that clock without smiling, I love that damned ugly clock, so there!

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