She's a regular at the pub, petite, older lady, 75 to be precise, always fashionably dressed and with an axe to grind at some environmental policy or politician, she's taken a shine to me and invited me over to get my cards read. This is a tough thing, given my schedule, but eventually I make the time and get it done, it's less about the cards than returning some of the patronage she's so generously bestowed upon me, it's a small community and so you have to spread the wealth, keep it local...

She lives with her husband, a nice house on the other side of the lake, big, filled to the brim with tasteful knick-knacks, ornaments, artwork, jewelry, at 75 she's still fashionable and beautiful and lively as all out. She shows me photos - of her in her thirties, in her forties - "Here - I had it all, a girlfriend that was 17 years younger, a...", and another reference to the Kootenay lifestyle in a turquoise belt, returned by another ex lover, it's funny this, you can tell, she's still beautiful, but there's a whole very interesting life behind it all that she only hints at then moves on.

I said she lives with her husband, but not so much, there's a couple of outbuildings she's had built and furnished, retreats, temples where she sleeps, reads, meditates, does her own thing, and we abandon the house for one of her sheds, chat, she explains the reading she's going to do, odd decks I'm not so familiar with, my own preference is for the Rider-Waite or Crowley Deck of Thoth, but she has other plans, this is a "Card" reading, not a "Tarot" reading, and she gets out a couple of decks I'm unfamiliar with and bids me to shuffle them, cut them, restack and pick a card. These are the "OH Cards" by Ely Raman, I have no idea of what they're about. Meanwhile I'm to be thinking of my question, out loud or to myself, while she chatters on. She's offered me a joint - "The Cadillac of Pot" she calls it, but I don't smoke and have a big list of things to get done, she - well, less so. 

Shuffle, cut the cards, lay down the first large card I select on the table. The same is repeated with the smaller deck.

Finally - the one card reading (two - but they'll be combined) - the first card, flipped over - reads "GUILT". The second, smaller card has an image of a hand holding a mirror.

Now, this, I have to say, is a conspicuously bad reading. I mean, I don't know the cards at all, but I'm pretty sure this isn't one of those things where the "death" card just means transition, nope, this is pretty straighforward, I'm done for, I've had it, I might as well just confess, lead her to the bodies, dig the skeletons out of the closet...

She's laughing, she's convinced she has me, she's cackling with glee and rubbing her hands, "Very Telling....just look at that for a few minutes...", she's loving it, too much, she's not just the Procter Oracle she's now the judge and the jury and I'm done for, I've had it, you couldn't pair worse cards...

After a minute she notes my apparent confusion and indifference..."What was your question?...". And while I'd have preferred to keep it quiet, given the evidence there's no harm now in confessing...

"I was wondering where the diamonds are...."

- "What?"

"Well, I mean, I go prospecting on my days off and I was rather hoping to narrow my focus...I've a few possible locations but..."

- "Take me with you!!!" and then, seeing the look of horror on my face - "Forget I said that. Explain this to me..."

Conversation ensues, in which I explain that I most certainly am guilty, and of any number of offenses not credited me, this wasn't the question...

She thinks about it for a minute or two, then decides to extend my reading. 2 more cards.

This doesn't improve the situation any, although the last card sums things up pretty nicely...

She gets another deck, a Native American themed one, "The Sacred Path" and I do the one card reading from this...

 

AHA! This seems a little more relevant. Actually, it's not, not at all, but she begins to explain to me that Heyokah is a flute player that goes from town to town impregnating the local girls, and while it's not me it's a good story. But the "Cadillac of Pot" has addled her a bit, and she gets confused and digs through her book and corrects herself, nope, that's not Heyokah, that's another card, and in the end she just passes me the book to read for myself. 

The company's fine, and she's a character for sure - would be a great date for a rave, but - well, as psychics go I'm not even slightly persuaded. Another Kootenay Shaman, and I'd love to set her up in a booth at Shambala...

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Now this is something that occurred to me, what with our increasing liberalness around Marijuana and the Opioid epidemic, is that safe injection sites should offer free drugs. Treating addiction as a crime clearly does not work, however our criminalization of it has the effect of creating a culture of crime that accompanies it. Canada, as a country, could purchase heroin from second and third world suppliers at pennies per dose - given the costs associated with safe injection sites (needles, nurses, staff, rent, etc) this would be the smallest expense associated with our tolerance of addiction, and would ensure that addicts received quality "medication". Benefits to this would include - lack of crime surrounding both the dealing and trafficking of drugs (how are you going to sell crap drugs when quality drugs are available for free), a decline in overdoses and an incredible reduction in crime related to addicts attempting to subsidize their habit. 

Upon the slightest consideration the only objection to this is a "moral" one, in which addiction is perceived as a moral failing or weakness and not an illness - which is clearly wrong - and by changing our thinking we can improve the quality of life for everyone living both with addicts, addictions and in the cities in general. Treating addiction as an illness is the first step towards curing it, and any costs associated with "Free Drugs" will be recovered a hundred fold by the associated reduction in crime.

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The daughters idea, and so we head out to Drumheller, a better trip than the last.

The weather warm, we walk a half hour back into the canyons before beginning to explore. A few small pieces of bone, nothing to get excited about, then - after a couple of hours - the daughter turns up this:

Look above her forefinger, it looks like just another piece of bone - until - "look closer" she tells me...

Serrated, an inch long raptor tooth. One of the best finds yet, I've found bits of raptor teeth, but none as large or complete as this...

She finds a few other teeth fragments, most small, under a centimeter - my eyes are done, looking at the ground trying to spot teeth fragments is a bit detail oriented for me, I need to up my eyeglass prescription...

My own find of the day? Well, nothing comparatively but a small - meaning a centimeter or so in diameter - vertebrae:

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An excellent article on why "The Experts" keep getting it wrong, via "The Atlantic". Link: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2019/06/how-to-predict-the-future/588040/

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