Today’s deck is the Ukrainian Tarot.
I think I saw an ad for the kickstarter of this one ages ago? I don’t know anything about slavic spiritualism, but this is one pretty deck.
Today’s reading is pointing out that I shouldn’t feel bad about chasing my crative curiosity, for it is as much the natural state of affairs as it is the right way to treat myself.
Day started very lowkey. My family did tell me my grandma fell and broke her wristbones… again. This while she was having pneumonia.
She’s stable, she’s fine, the thing that sticks out with me is how little I’m feeling on the matter. Make no mistake, I don’t wish her ill, but when I think about it I’m more worried about how it might hit my dad instead.
It’s not like she’s been a bad grandma, she’s just the sort of woman that loves babies more than she loves people. You will be the sole focus of her attention until a younger grandkid is born. Happened with me to my sister, happened from my sister to my cousins.
It makes it all the more jarring when I move out of the country and my dad talks about how emotional she gets about me and I’m like… where was that woman in the 25 years I lived there?
The day was slow otherwise. Most businesses are still closed so I went to grab lunch at Saizeriya. These holidays have felt especially long for some reason. Probably because I’ve not been travelling.
It was about 4 minus 10 when X just sends me “Fernando?” and I’ve talked plenty in the past (dunno here in this blog but definitely in real life and most definitely with X) about how it frays my nerves when people do that. I much prefer it if people just send me a whole wall of text.
Anyway, she sends me news of some explosions. Turns out the explosions were bombings, turns out the US was bombing Venezuela.
I really wasn’t feeling anything in the moment because the shock froze my emotions. I immediately went and sent my family a message. Thankfully my sister was still awake and was finding out about it because of my message so that was a bit reassuring.
I won’t do a play by play. It’s big news, it’s on the news. You can check it on the news.
My sister told me she could hear planes, but because our family home is in a valley that’s in the boonies it means you can hear someone coughing at the town’s border no problem.
Then, I’m no sooner recovering from the high blood pressure and calming down and the news that Maduro got captured come in.
On one hand I need you to understand that the regime has been going on for 27 years. The only fair election instead of “let’s get the fuckers out” election I’ve ever seen in my life happened when I was like 5. My mom had to teach contemporary history and deal with the fact that there’d been no new presidents for like 12 years.
I will shed no tears for the bastard, especially because he didn’t have the decency to leave in a way where people would’ve been able to celebrate without a care in the world. No, the Gringo Oompa Loompa had to be the one to do the deed making us ground zero for the slippery slope to follow.
I’m perfectly aware no revolution is ever pretty but come on man.