My New Friend (psychic phenomena story)

[NJCher]

I have a new friend. She used to be a psychic in Sedona, AZ, but now works as a teacher.

I met up with her at a UFO meeting a few months back. We drive to the meetings together and found we had a lot to talk about. For this story, I will call her "Angel," although her real name is very pretty and unusual, and is derived from "Angel."

Besides the meetings, we get together for dinner. On one planned occasion, we had to reschedule. I had to pick an alternative date out of the air, so I just said, "Tuesday." When I said that, I didn't realize it was my birthday.

So Tuesday arrives, and my husband is out of town so no celebrating with him. My BFF said, "Oh, you're having dinner with Angel, so you and I will have to do something else." She planned the best birthday for me, which took up the earlier part of the day. It involved breakfast on the terrace of an old, magnificent historic house in our neighborhood. Then a private tour of the house and later on in the afternoon, we enjoyed a bottle of wine together.

That evening, I met up with my friend Angel at this tavern that looks like it dates back to Revolutionary war times. I did not tell Angel it was my birthday, as we are relatively new friends. I did not want her to go out and buy presents for me.

Regardless, as we are seated, she gets out these presents and gives them to me. I said, "Why are you giving me all these presents?" I didn't realize what that sounded like and she had kind of a puzzled-- possibly hurt--expression on her face. I felt bad about what I'd said and rushed to say, "I had to ask because it's my birthday, but you didn't know that! Yet here you are giving me presents--'cuz you're a psychic!" I was laughing and when she figured it out, she started laughing, too.

OK, so the story might end there, but it doesn't.

In the book she gave me, which I started reading immediately when I got home, I found the answer to a question I've had for 43 years.

She gave me an item of clothing, which just happened to be my favorite color and made of my favorite fabric. She said, "I thought you might like this." I told her I really liked it.

Unfortunately it is too small. This morning I was looking at it again, to see if I could possible alter it, and I see that it actually is made of my two favorite summer colors: raspberry and orange! I didn't see the orange trim and facing on it when I looked at it at the tavern, as it was kind of dark there.

It's a linen-like fabric, but it doesn't wrinkle as bad as linen. Anyway, the odd part of this is that night when we went to dinner, I was dressed in a raspberry-colored top and was carrying an orange bag. Now how many people dress in raspberry and orange. Well, maybe a lot. I don't see too many, though.

I have been amused by this story for the last week, so I wanted to tell my fellow "psychic types" about it.


Cher