“Day, me say day O”

Every time I hear the Banana Boat song I think about the séance scene in Beetlejuice so the title just seemed appropriate.


Today is the first official day of my staycation so last night I decided to stay up (since I wasn’t sleepy) and watch four back-to-back episodes of Long Island Medium. It’s no wonder I woke up with a headache that won’t go away and a head that feels like it wants to explode from the pressure. If each episode is about 23 minutes without commercials, then you figure I probably did about an hour’s worth of crying last night right before I went to bed. I can’t help it. Those kind of shows always make me cry. I think it’s because I’ve always been interested in them, and would be interested in having a reading - mainly because I miss my Nana. I mean, even though I waver on the fence about the whole medium dealings, how can you not want to get just one more message from a loved one? Heck, it’s got me crying right now as I type this. And my Nana, being the woman she was, would no doubt be able to storm through! I have no idea what kind of a message she would have for me though. Who knows! Or to hear my Papa come through and tell me that he’s proud of me in where I’m at in my career. I know that’s rather silly because I know without a doubt that he would be proud of me. Or maybe my other Papa would show up real fast to just get in a quick “hey kid”.

I‘m not into palm readings. I’m not into tarot card readings tho I’ve often joked about having them done, and actually came close once but when I tried to go in, the door was locked. And when I called the number? No answer. Fate? I think so. But watching Long Island Medium last night… Theresa just seemed so down to earth. If I had the money to spend so frivolously, she’d be the person I’d want to go to.

I know it all seems a bit silly, but I just can’t help but wonder.