Mr Waggly Finger

For today, the tarot chucks Il Papa (The Hierophant in some decks) my way, so once again, I am greeted with a mature and bearded gentleman. This one waggles his finger at me, reminding me to conform or stick to the rules. I suppose this could be about my diet, since there is little else I am trying to stick with at the moment. After three or more months, I am still doing well. I add the odd thing in here and there, but I am still right on my target weight, to the pound. I start my day with fruit and yogurt, have some kind of salad at lunch, and a decent meat and vegetable dinner. I don't eat cheese, hardly have potatoes, and have bypassed bread. I don't really snack, but if I do, I nibble on a Weight Watchers bar from the cupboard. So yeah, despite the odd temptation, Mr Waggly Finger, I am doing ok and feel better for it. But thanks for the reminder.

Frustratingly, I haven't heard back from any of the employers or agents I have applied to. I am hoping that the one-off teaching day will be okay, but I also send my details off for a teaching assistant job and then there was the proposition in the street. I think that all of these prospects would be interesting, so I am kind of disappointed to not hear back.

The house was full this morning. My uncle and cousin arrived to drop the ceiling in the kitchen and my friend Sarah came to visit too. We decided to leave the car and take some exercise, so walked into town. I had lots of bits and bobs I needed to buy; birthday cards, gift bags, car de-icer; you know the kind of things. In between our shopping, we had some lunch and a good chat, since I haven't seen her since Christmas Eve. Amongst our day, I saw an ottoman that matched my new bedside cabinets. Because it was the last one there in the sale, I snapped it up, transferring money from my small amount of savings to get it. Part of me worries about the amount of money I've spent from that recently, but I see these things as an investment. When my boyfriend and I are ready to move out, we will have all of this to take with us. And of course, these things are all better value for money than the cigarettes and booze I was spending my cash on before.

I didn't post on Sunday as was pretty busy, so missed my two year anniversary on the blog. I started blogging here on January 15th 2010. Old Il Papa knows all about discipline and how many fall away from blogging after a couple of months, so he respects my consistency and ability to keep this up. I used to start and finish blogs all of the time, but I don't do that anymore. I guess that this place feels like home now, which is why I continue to come back to it.



Illustration from The Ancient Italian Tarot by Lo Scarabeo