Last month while strolling down a New York City street with my sister Amanda, we saw a large neon sign that read PSYCHIC. Of course, we walked right in.  A grey-haired woman, looking to be in her mid-70s, and wearing a dress similar to what Mrs. Roper would wear in “Threes Company”  greeted us at the door and ushered us to sit down at a round table. On the table sat a crystal ball.  She asked which one wanted to go first.  I raised my hand. The grey-haired psychic then told my sister to watch the baby while she read my future.  It was then that we saw this baby boy sitting in a bouncy seat on the ground.  Before she began, she asked me how old I thought the baby was.  I wanted to answer her with my mind, but I chickened out. Instead, I threw out a number.  I believe I said 10 months. She shouted with a satisfied smile on her face, “he’s 3 months old!”  Okay, get to it. When my session was over I made my way to the ground and started playing peek-a-boo while my sister sat down in front of the crystal ball.  We then paid $60 each, said our thank yous and left.  Here’s what we could gather from our readings: Amanda is going to have a vacation home one day, I am going to run a long race, and that baby is very big for its age.   My sister has already started thinking about where this second home should be (Florida or New Hampshire), today I registered for a half marathon in October, and that baby is now 4 months old.  Mind blown.  Let’s make brown butter and rosemary ice cream! Continue reading →