Airbnb Rescue

 I rented an Airbnb for a trip back home.

It looked okay in the pictures and while it was, on the surface, serviceable, it was unbelievably dreary in person.

I was exhausted by the trip and slept for 11 hours the first night. I woke up and was immediately discouraged. The trip had been planned for many reasons but one of them was to rest and recharge. I knew I could not do that in this place. All I wanted was out but the payment was nonrefundable.

As I lay in bed the next night, I asked the Universe to please get me out of here with my hands clean and my finances intact. As usual, my habit is to imagine a basket in the air next to me and then I reach up and drop in my request.

At about 4 in the morning, I arose to use the bathroom. What did the light suddenly reveal? Creepy crawlies. Use your imagination.

I was packed and gone in 10 minutes. I left the landlord and the Airbnb a message. 

Within 20 minutes, I had a refund and I found a new place. The new place is perfect. Even though the street is busy, there always seems to be a parking space in front.

Trust the Universe!

Don't tell her, it's a secret...

 My niece often tasks me with things to manifest.

She'll tell me, "I need to sell some furniture. Manifest some buyers."

Sometimes, she'll say, "I need this meeting to go well, manifest that for me."

I always answer that I will.

I think she thinks there is some magical ritual that I do.

I don't.

Well, I guess, in a way, I do.

I say yes and then I immediately turn it over to the Universe.

Sometimes, I actually mime picking something up and dropping it in the Universe's lap.

So, I guess there is some ritual involved.

There is no magic involved. 

The Universe loves us and wants us to be happy.

I just believe it.

Works every time.

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Still Surprised

 My favorite astrologer, Elsa, at ElsaElsa.com wrote about her diagnosis via ChatGPT of Mast Cell Activation Syndrome (MCAS). I was fascinated because I have many of the same symptoms. Could one central problem cause all the other problems I wondered.

I consulted ChapGPT who agreed I probably had MCAS. As I recently moved to the rural South, I was despairing of finding a doctor that understood, let alone treated, MCAS.

So I searched on Google and, lo and behold, I found a Harvard-trained expert of MCAS 20 minutes from my home.

I don't know why I'm still shocked and surprised when the Universe shows up for me but this was a wow moment. To add joy to joy, I like him immensely.

So now I've embarked on a treatment plan that may change my whole life.

It's a wonderful life!

Semi-deep in the South

 Spending some time in a southern state.

Sharing a house with my niece. 

We are sympatico.

No traveling for right now.

Still trusting the Universe for everything.

Just got a bird feeder.

Yes, I've reached that stage in life where I want to watch birds.

Laugh if you want, some day you will be old and you will understand.

So devastated that Catherine O'Hara died. 

She was 71, I'm 68.

Is this how death comes?

You are just bowling along, full of piss and vinegar, and then, boom, you're gone.

Seems unfair.

But so it goes.