Welcome to The Psychic Cottage Blog. So happy you can visit! I so adore you.

So many exciting things happening so I’m hoping you are staying tuned!

As you probably already have been getting the big hints on this blog my other website Sugarmoon Cottage will be up and running I’m hoping on May 12 or 13th! The reason for that is that it is an amazing astrological day! Good time for that.

Yippy!

Also, as you know I have been getting hypnotherapy from the wonderful Dorothy Gagnon and for some reason it is releasing all these wonderful memories that have been stuck in there for years and some of them are really funny.

This morning I thought of such a funny story and while I was cracking up out loud I thought omg blog material.

Beverly is my friend from when we were in grade two. We were inseparable. I remember I would walk her home and then she would walk me home and I think I carried her on my back half the time because she was such a little tiny thing.

We’ve lost touch but she is always in my heart as I think of her often.

Beverly told me years later how we came to be friends as I surely didn’t remember. She said she was new in school and everyone wouldn’t play with her. I had so many friends and I saw that they were being mean to her so I made her my new official best friend. When there was a bit of a stink I was like fine then I won’t be your friend. They caved and then everyone accepted her and she had instant friends. Kind of funny looking back. I didn’t even remember. I guess it was something she carried with her for forever.

In about grade four we had this teacher that we both adored. I think his name was Mr. Baker.

We wanted to do something nice for him so we asked him if we could take him for lunch.

I grew up at Jane and Finch right across from the Jane and Finch Mall right on Driftwood avenue. We were there when it was built and it was really beautiful when it was built. Now its somewhat scary to go there but at the time it was basically all land when we were there in the 60’s. We moved from there when I was in grade 10 I think to Peterborough.

So this poor teacher (who probably wouldn’t have touched that one with a ten foot pole today in fear of being reprimanded) comes with Beverly and I to the mall (walked that’s how close) so we can buy him lunch. We bought him french fries as that was the only money we had and we couldn’t really afford to get anything for ourselves so we sat there and watched him eat.

I can only imagine what he was thinking. Either he thought how do I get out of this or this is so adorable. I really hope he didn’t go home hungry.

Quote for you:

“The events of childhood do not pass, but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.”Eleanor Farjeon

Until we meet again, Sharon