249. New hobby

 Our daughter is home. Miss Muddy-Boots that is. And she is in a foul mood. We do not want to go into the reasons why she is in a bad mood but there is a topic I need to address. It’s rather urgent and quite important.

‘I’m not feeling that good.’

Bad start. Or maybe a good way to introduce the tricky topic.

‘Might be the stress … you know … to think that …’ 

I’m treading carefully here. I gather up courage and continue.

‘ … to know you’re going to be in a driving school again …’

A quick glance towards my daughter, checking for a reaction. There’s none. 

‘No, I’m not stressed about that.’ She says flatly. ‘ I know how to drive.’

Is she being serious? Should I get her to read all the post blogs that were inspired by her many attempts? I manage not to laugh out loud and keep a serious face.

‘Well, maybe you’re just hungry. Get some lunch.’

She is not convinced but still makes herself some lunch. Then she points at my other Christmas present - the tiny one — and says:

‘Can you read the cards for me?’

I’m speechless for a while. Strange request. I mean I’ve got the cards, I’ve got the book, I’ve got the incense sticks and I’ve got plenty of candles since I have not put away the Christmas stuff away yet but that’s it. Is that enough? I reckon that this is all about intuition and so there is no time like the present.

All I’ve done is practise shuffling the cards. So I shuffle and think that is she is asking I should give it a go. 

‘OK, I’ll do one card for you. Just to get the feel for the afternoon.’

As I am saying this I shudder. The thought of her having a driving lesson … 

One more shuffle, a deep breath and an empty mind so I can focus on one single thought: my daughter and her afternoon.

I am holding the cards, shuffling done, I place the deck on the table and … swoooooooooosh - I fan out the cards in one swift circular move. I want to make a show of it but I decide not too. Next time maybe.

I have to pull a card. So I do. And …

‘THE WORLD!’ I shout.

I am relieved that I wont have to cheat to accommodate Miss M-B’s feelings.

‘That’s a great card! Really positive, it is beautiful, full of vibrant colours, it is about strong energies and about so many possibilités and … ‘

I am getting carried away here and she stops me.

‘Yes, but what does this mean? A clear and specific explanation is what I’m after.’

‘Not possible. This is not Maths, not about demonstrations and formulas and rules to apply … but that’s an amazing card! Very positive, very beautiful, full of hope and strength. … It’s about winning, about … ‘

I stop. I do not want to give false hopes. She says nothing. I put the card face up on the deck, put the deck on the mantle piece and grab my workbag.

‘See you later!’

She does not look convinced. I try to believe in my card and think that  this is it. Yet, as I’m walking up the street I cannot help worrying a tiny bit about the idea of her being in a car once more.

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