After almost a year, I tired my hand at driving again. Aside from maxing out at a rousing 30Km/h, I thought I did pretty well. I have yet to try driving in the city. I've only practised on the deserted roads in the centre of the little island we vacation on.
The middle of the island is flat and grassy. The warm, dry, fire-hazardous grass is home to crickets, quails, mice, and bunnies. I was surprised, and slightly relieved not to have spotted any lagomorphs playfully bounding around the island thus far on our journey, as bunnies are a little bit of a gut wrenching reminder of my recent ex's positive qualities.
It's too damn bad they have to be so cute. I got super stoked when a cluster of wild rabbits wanted to cross the road just ahead of my car.
Since I was a little girl, I have wanted tarot cards. After a few months scouring the more colourful areas of Vancouver to no avail, I gave up on my dream. As soon as I walked into the New Age store, I knew. I asked the same dreamy looking clerk that's always there if she had tarot cards. She pointed majestically to the far corner of the store. The last, perfect, classic pack of cards was there on a stand, just for me. It was fate.
I eagerly read the instruction booklet and began assigning cards for the people in my life who will be common significators. It was a hard decision between the Queen of Wands, who wears a tunic with lizards on it, or the Queen of Pentacles, whose personality matches mine. I was originally drawn to the Queen of Pentacles, so she seemed the more fitting choice. I searched through the deck for myself. Lo and behold, she kind of looked like me, meaning she has short brown hair and a face.