Today, unpacking garbage at the thrift shop, a whole selection of Tarot decks, "Healing Angels", "Healing Dolphins", a "homeopathic" remedy kit, the money people will spend to avoid a trip to the doctor, and - are they all here because she got better, or ????. What kills me is how many of these are written by "Doctors" - eg: "Doreen Virtue Ph.D." - the "credentials" apparently make for a better Tarot Deck (I rather doubt this, more convinced they make for a worse doctor...).
Anyways, from there to pack up the couch, joyous relief to the friend who gave me shelter, trying to look a bit sad, but, really, it's been too long and well overdue. I've gathered far too many "mixed media" supplies, which are all taken and packed into the locker, toiletries, prospecting supplies, clothes (too fucking many clothes!!!!) into the car, and I'm ready to begin another season. I need to find a place for my clothes, another locker even, this is ridiculous, far, far too much baggage for an adventurer such as myself. Far more than I could carry down the mountain, which is what counts anyways. But solutions will shortly present themselves, I'm sure.