There are a few things which have crossed my mind of late that I have meant to write posts about but haven’t found the time, so today I’m simply making note of some of those recent thoughts and observations.

My son’s first season of flag football recently came to a close. He was so proud when the coach handed him his medal … until he looked and the back and exclaimed, “Made in China!  What the heck?  Is everything made in China?”

The elections this year were interesting. Michigan is entirely run by Republicans now.  I don’t even know where to begin with my thoughts on that.  The media said that many people voted for any name they didn’t recognize, intending to vote in new blood.  Basically, everyone is sick of politics it seems.  Well, me too, but blind voting won’t solve anything.  Voting for an unnamed devil can be riskier than the one you already know.  I think we really need to do away with parties and just elect the best candidate.  Party lines might just kill our government.  Anyway …

I also found it interesting that, despite being dead, Democrat Jenny Oropeza won a Senate seat in California.  What message does that send?  Honestly, I’m pretty sure a dead woman would have a much clearer insight and sense of honor and duty that most of the politicians in office today.  I would have voted for her, too!  Way to go, CA!

McDonalds makes me crazy. I recently went to my local McDonalds to buy two caramel frappes.  Yes, I’m aware they’re not good for you, but they do taste good.  Anyway, they totally messed up my order and were about to give me the wrong thing.  I was very clear with the guy making the order.  He was trying to ring me up for some mocha thing that the automatic voice doodad was trying to sell.  I explained, “The frozen frappe drink with caramel.”  He said, “Okay, I got it.  Please pull around to the window.”  Well, he didn’t get it.  They were busy.  It was fine.  The girl at the window said to just pull up and she would have someone bring the correct drinks out.  I was a little irritated because I was in a hurry, but I tried to be patient.  So, the guy brings out the drinks and asks to see my receipt.  Then he tells me these drinks cost 22 cents more than what I paid, so the manager wants me to come in and work this all out inside, so that I can pay the difference.  At this point, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.  It was their mistake, but they need to hassle the customer over 22 cents.  Well, I simply don’t have time for this ordeal, so I have to give him back one of the drinks.  Of course, it was fine with the McDonalds employee that I paid over $6 for one frappe, but they couldn’t afford the 22 cents.  To me, it had nothing to do with the mistake, but I was disgusted by the precedent.  Really, is this customer service nowadays?  And I thought we were supposed to be headed toward further enlightenment … Hey, what do I know?  My desire for enlightenment tells me to steer clear of McDonalds.

I’m still unpacking boxes. When we first moved in, we unpacked everything with the “open first” stickers on them and left the rest in the garage while we managed to make some kind of order within the house.  Since it’s about to snow, we had to clear out the garage.  So, I was going through some boxes and found an old poem my husband wrote for me several years ago.  It was about how things were so difficult, but he loved me and that made everything else okay.  It was sweet to find that.  It reminded me of everything we’ve been through over the years, how much we loved each other then and how much we love each other now.  We have so much to be thankful for.

I’m thinking about offering email readings again.  I’ve had several people write in and ask if I would consider offering them.  I actually did do email readings once upon a time but stopped.  It was becoming difficult to connect with clients through email.  People were purchasing the reading but not giving their basic info, meaning their name and date of birth.  I would have to send several emails back and forth before I could do the reading and it was taking way more time than was accounted for in the payment.  Sometimes, I would have people sending emails back to me wanting to ask additional questions as if the one-time payment made me their personal on call psychic.  I would easily spend more than two hours on a $25 reading.  If I do consider offering email readings again, I will have to think about how to make the process more streamlined.  Even with the “Ask Sheri” submissions I receive, I’m very clear in the form what information I need to properly answer the question, but I still receive submissions that don’t even give a first name.  I have nothing to connect to, so I can’t answer the question.  Many people in my profession do not offer email readings, and I can see why that is.  I don’t know.  Maybe I will offer them on a temporary basis and see how it goes.

My waiting list is winding down. I only have about 20 or so names left on my list.  My goal is to be able to offer appointments to the general public after the new year, but it might be before that.  When I’m able to accept new appointments, I will post the link on Facebook first.  If you’re one of my online friends, keep watch.  I’ll put a notice in my blog as well, but FB fans will likely have first access to my schedule.

I should be back to offering in-person sessions again soon, too. I couldn’t offer them for a while because my insurance company wanted certain things repaired on my home.  My front porch was unfinished and slightly dangerous, but that’s finally completed.  Now, I just have to finish getting my reading room in order.  I will say, though, that my reading room does not have a door.  If you bring a guest to your session, they will likely hear your session.  I do also have people on my waiting list who are still waiting for in-person sessions, so they will be seen before I offer in-person sessions to the general public.  Telephone sessions will be available on my public schedule before in-person sessions will be.

Well, I think that’s about all for now.

Wishing you all Angelic Blessings,

Sheri