Whenever any of the kids get pregnant or their friends are with child, I usually get asked what sex the baby will be. My youngest daughter in particular makes an effort to ask me whenever she finds someone she knows is with child.
I tend to get the answer correct, or, they remember the hits more than the misses!
We heard from our son’s wife, I told them they were having a girl, they have a girl and a boy already. They are having a girl, my wife speaking to her on the phone told her “We told you so.”
Ordered some business cards which arrived today, I blanked out the phone number and surname.
I am still reading and studying, the thought of performing in front of strangers is daunting, but to do so unprepared would be suicide. I am reading books on psychology, performing and stagecraft.
Just learning how to move across a stage and how to point and pick stuff up is involved. There are a lot of do’s and don’t’s, how to pick volunteers and steer clear of the trouble makers.
Then there is scripting and routining, the object is to entertain so I have to work at presenting stuff that is entertaining and engaging.
But I am enjoying all the studying and corresponding with other people who are interested in the same thing. Getting there slowly and I think I am buying up Office Depot’s stock of envelopes and index cards!
While kids and grand kids are here I’ve been holding bits of card in front of them, writing on it and then asking them for colors, words and numbers. Quite surprised they were to find what they thought of written on the card.
Needs work on the presentation, but they liked it.
They say women have great intuition, they always know when the kids are up to no good.
My grandmother seemed to always know when things were wrong or someone needed help. I remember as a young child I was at home with Mum, there was a knock at the door and Mum answered it. My grand mother was standing on the doorstep bag in hand, “Okay, what’s wrong how can I help?” With that she walked in and sat herself down on the sofa in the living room.
Mum tried to assure her nothing was wrong but Nana was having none of it.
Then there was another knock at the door and it was my uncle, he and Dad worked together and my uncle had come to tell us he had just rushed Dad to hospital. They had been working and Dad had suddenly collapsed and started coughing up blood.
We all rushed to the hospital and Dad ended up being okay, Dad had been a smoker since a very young age and that day he just threw away his cigarettes and never smoked again.
We were obviously surprised that Nana had sensed something wrong and had traveled by bus all the way across town to come and see if she could help, which she did by babysitting my brother and I while Mum stayed at the hospital.
Whenever any of the kids get pregnant or their friends are with child they usually come to me to ask what the sex of the baby is. They are always surprised as I get it right, although, I think they tend to remember the times I get it right rather than those few times I have gotten it wrong. I tend to get it correct more times than not.
Our son’s girlfriend is with child, our ninth grand child in fact, and our youngest daughter enquired as to the sex of the baby, I told her then gave her a look.
“What?” she looked freaked out and I think she knew what was coming.
“Number ten grand child will be a boy and I looked hard at her,” she recoiled and told me to shut up because I usually know when they are pregnant.
At this rate I’ll soon have enough kids for our own sports team!
Welcome to another of my blogs, this is where I will chart my progress on my ambition to one day perform as a mentalist at least one time. Currently working on techniques, reading about suggestion, psychology, stage craft etc.
I will have to find where the web cam is or get the camera out for possible clips to post.
