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This week’s prompt is “medium.”
One of my favorite presents my spouse has ever given me was when he took me to see “Long Island Medium,” aka Theresa Caputo. I was hooked on her TV show and the Hanukkah gift was a total surprise. We made an evening of it, and went out to dinner before the “show.” Seeing her do her thing, didn’t change my mind about mediums. I feel like there are real people who have the ability to feel the presence of people who have left this realm. I also feel like there are many more charlatans out there.
Being an empathic person myself I often feel things that are not stated. I don’t think I’d ever want to be a medium. The idea of random dead people talking to me kinds of creeps me out.
Another thought about medium is how I like my steak and hamburgers. I like them cooked medium. I don’t want blood spilling out, nor do I like my meat burnt. So I typically ask for my meat cooked medium.
Then there’s the obvious, medium size. I have not been a medium for many years. Many reasons, some in my control and some not, have led to this predicament. But I have finally decided that I am a worthy person no matter what my size is.
The last thought that popped into my dead was the fact that I like medium sized dogs. I have had large dogs, an Akita, golden retrievers, and German shepherds. I have had small dogs, like Pekinese and toy poodles. I am happy now with my medium sized dogs. I had Brittany Spaniels for many years. Now I have Annie, the love of my life.