Today’s deck is the Girl Power Tarot.
This one I actually cannot poke fun at like other “mall feminist” decks. Each card has an actual real life historical figure in it which makes it as educational as it is functional.
Dunno man, I’ve just got more respect for something that has a means to tangibly prop up what you’re championing so it’s not just vague aesthetic platitudes. “I’m a woman hear me roar” can only be repeated so often before you start demanding to hear the roar and get frustrated that more time is spent talking about the roaring than actively roaring and I’m getting sidetracked on a point too nuanced and touchy to talk about without full trust that the reader knows where my morals stand so I’ll stop
Today’s reading is advising to take time to meditate in order to fight off inner restraints.
…actually, let me lapse back into the earlier topic for a moment. Greta Garbo as the Eight of Swords isn’t just genius, but anyone that doesn’t know who she is will read her tale of being bound into the Hollywood machine and go back to the card and go “Oh… OH….”. And oh hey now you know of another cool woman in history would you look at that.
Okay NOW I’m done.
It has been [1] day since Fer has had to wake up immediately into Making A Phone Call… well, it would be [0] if not for me waking up out of working hours.
I had a package sent from UPS, and UPS Japan only delivers stuff three times before you gotta manually request the damn thing… and it so happens they kept trying to deliver it while I was asleep.
Speaking of delivery, the new shelf should be arriving today so I went on to make proper space for it.
Turns out it’s being delivered by Seino instead of the usual suspects like Yamato Transport, Sagawa, or JP Post. Seino is the “you’re sending big stuff, heavy stuff, or stuff to the fucking boonies”.
Even the website is all “we’re your guys if you want something delivered to the sticks”.
There was the briefest of lulls at like 4am, in between “I did things” and “I gotta wait to do things” so I cooked up a quick Uma Musume article on a topic that had come up a couple of times but I kept going “no time for that yet”.
Delivery estimate said it’d be by the early afternoon, so I tried to keep myself active by doing things like laundry. Then while thinking on what to eat I remembered I had frozen some stuff right before I left for my trip and would you believe me that I was shicked the food still tasted good after defrosting it?
I have no idea what happened before that made me distrust freezing meals, it’s not like we didn’t freeze stuff when I lived with my parents. I suspect that this is one of those leftover “lived in a one-room apartment with a minifridge”-isms I haven’t shaken out quite yet because… I talk about trust but honestly the thought of freezing leftover sauce and such never ocurred to me, and now I’m thinking about it and I’m like “oh my God I could make a huge batch of pasta sauce and solve things in a pinch with that”.
Again, it’s not like I wasn’t aware that was a possibility, something in my brain just… discarded the possibility like throwing the bathwater with the baby in it.
The bookshelf eventually arrived and it was a tricky build just because it’s the sort of thing that requires you to have extra hands supporting it but I’m dumb resourceful so I found a way to do it on my own.
As I half-predicted/half-hoped, focusing on that pushed my sleep schedule ahead until it was like 6PM and honestly I could’ve kept going but I was starting to stare into space way too much and that was a sign that the soul was strong but the body was weak.
The book finnagling will continue after I wake up.