Well, it kind of worked, stopping trying to burn CDs on the old G-4 when the Zip Drive needed to get the music there wouldn't mount on the Intel Mac with the music on it. At least when I tried again this morning, when the aspects had passed, the Zip Drive mounted first try and I was able to get the line dancing music onto it and then on to the old G-4 so I could burn CDs.
Everything went well from then on. Well, kind of. The 650MB CDs mounted perfectly on the G-4 and I was able to burn CDs with no trouble. I'd done about five - I needed 20 or so - when a polite little message popped up telling me I could burn only a limited number of CDs. I read it and popped another disk in, burned it, popped in another, burned it, and that was that. Disk number 8 brought up a still polite but quite definite message telling me I'd burned the seven CDs iTunes allowed me to burn and couldn't burn any more.
Was this the ladies in the line dancing class (Progressed Moon) conjunct Saturn (Steve Jobs)? Wouldn't it have been more likely to be Saturn conjunct Moon? Whatever it was, I could burn only seven CDs, which means there will be 13 or so unhappy ladies in the line dancing class tomorrow.
26 March, 2009
24 March, 2009
Sun square Saturn opposed to Neptune - a Test
Hysterical laughter, is what this really ought to be called, but for the first time ever in my life I'm trying to utilize my knowledge of astrology and stop knocking myself out trying to do something I might not be able to do while this aspect is in effect and wait until it's passed, when all obstacles will presumably be removed and all will go smoothly ha ha ha.
I posted last week about Mercury opposed to Jupiter and how I offered to provide CDs of the music we dance to at Line Dancing with Vera to the Thursday morning dancing populace at large. I may or may not have mentioned that I said a CD would cost each purchaser 50 cents. I knew I had a stack of unused writeable CDs here and thought I might get back my iTunes money. Or not. I live to serve (natal Jupiter in Virgo).
As there was no work and I was incapable of doing anything else productive today (Sun opposed to Neptune) I thought I'd make a start on burning the disks for Thursday. I'd already found and downloaded most of the music, but needed Sea Cruise and YMCA. Piece o'cake, got them both, had my Line Dancing NY Playlist all selected and ready for burning and inserted one of the disks I've had here for ever - Gigaware (ah yes, a very well-known name brand) 700 MB CD-Rs, bought God knows where and when but presumably useable. Nothing.
Nothing showed up on the desk top. The dreaded beachball from hell which I just found out Apple calls a gear turned and turned and turned until I had to go to the Finder and force quit iTunes. Never one to give up easily, I thought maybe that disk had gone bad or something because it was on top of the pile and put in the second one down. I'd used these disks before, for goodness sake, or they wouldn't be here. Same thing. Nothing recognized, spinning beach ball, force quit again. Time for Apple discussion boards.
Aha! Seems that newer computers need 650 MB CD-Rs (don't ask). A Radio Shack is half a block away so off I go, do you have any 650 MB CD-Rs? Short answer is No, have you tried Staples? No, I say, leaving and preparing to cross First Avenue so I can go up to Lex and see if Staples have 650 MB CD-Rs. But the bell goes off. Wait a minute, I'm trying this on the Intel computer I brought from Silver. The old G-4 I used to use here is in the living room, not connected to the Internet, parked there until I go back to Silva and the Intel Mac with me. The 700s must have worked on that. Back to the apartment, 700 MB disks are read by old G-4 Mac, but downloaded songs are on Intel Mac. Get out Zip Drive (remember them?). Connect Zip Drive to Intel Mac. Intel Mac cannot read Zip Drive. Look at aspects, Sun square Saturn opposed to Neptune. Decide to wait till next morning when aspect passed. First real empirical test of astrology.
I posted last week about Mercury opposed to Jupiter and how I offered to provide CDs of the music we dance to at Line Dancing with Vera to the Thursday morning dancing populace at large. I may or may not have mentioned that I said a CD would cost each purchaser 50 cents. I knew I had a stack of unused writeable CDs here and thought I might get back my iTunes money. Or not. I live to serve (natal Jupiter in Virgo).
As there was no work and I was incapable of doing anything else productive today (Sun opposed to Neptune) I thought I'd make a start on burning the disks for Thursday. I'd already found and downloaded most of the music, but needed Sea Cruise and YMCA. Piece o'cake, got them both, had my Line Dancing NY Playlist all selected and ready for burning and inserted one of the disks I've had here for ever - Gigaware (ah yes, a very well-known name brand) 700 MB CD-Rs, bought God knows where and when but presumably useable. Nothing.
Nothing showed up on the desk top. The dreaded beachball from hell which I just found out Apple calls a gear turned and turned and turned until I had to go to the Finder and force quit iTunes. Never one to give up easily, I thought maybe that disk had gone bad or something because it was on top of the pile and put in the second one down. I'd used these disks before, for goodness sake, or they wouldn't be here. Same thing. Nothing recognized, spinning beach ball, force quit again. Time for Apple discussion boards.
Aha! Seems that newer computers need 650 MB CD-Rs (don't ask). A Radio Shack is half a block away so off I go, do you have any 650 MB CD-Rs? Short answer is No, have you tried Staples? No, I say, leaving and preparing to cross First Avenue so I can go up to Lex and see if Staples have 650 MB CD-Rs. But the bell goes off. Wait a minute, I'm trying this on the Intel computer I brought from Silver. The old G-4 I used to use here is in the living room, not connected to the Internet, parked there until I go back to Silva and the Intel Mac with me. The 700s must have worked on that. Back to the apartment, 700 MB disks are read by old G-4 Mac, but downloaded songs are on Intel Mac. Get out Zip Drive (remember them?). Connect Zip Drive to Intel Mac. Intel Mac cannot read Zip Drive. Look at aspects, Sun square Saturn opposed to Neptune. Decide to wait till next morning when aspect passed. First real empirical test of astrology.
Jupiter sextile Sun
And conjunct the Moon, in my case, with Sun at 18 Aries and Moon at 19 Aquarius. Another aspect it would be nice to be born with, no? And if you had Jupiter at 18 Gemini, then every time....oh well, never mind. I love myself for who I am and work with what I have.
It does feel like a long long time since I've felt this good. I meant to say to Dr. M this morning that maybe I should stop taking the medication, as I'm not the slightest bit concerned about not having money and there being no work, although of course I do have money, for another two years or so if I'm lucky before I have to join the Hemlock Society.
But all I did was tell him about Drama Workshop with Frank and Line Dancing with Vera at the senior center, and how I was going to take him a copy of the play I wrote after realizing the therapist who was murdered last February shared his office space but I don't have any copies of it ha ha, but as soon as I get some I'll send him one, and then asked if he had any samples of Celexa as I'm going to be in Spain and my prescription's running out.
I did tell him I've had an epiphany since I came here from Silver in January, that it's time to stop going from here to there and back again the way I've been doing, since that means I never build a life in either place, and that I'm comfortable here finally after 9/11. He told me I looked relaxed and happy, which I take to mean I've never looked like that before in his presence, and God knows I know I didn't look like it for years after 9/11. I said it was because when I asked Beginner Spanish instructor last night if he thought I could go on to Intermediate Spanish next session he told me I should be there now, which did indeed make me feel as emotionally satisfied as Jupiter to the Moon is supposed to, although I missed out the part about Jupiter and the Moon.
Anyway, he seemed pretty happy to see me happy, and gave me samples of something called Lexapro as he didn't have any Celexa, so we shall see if Lexapro continues to keep me happy. There's a sexless figure with one leg standing on a spiral with its arms out to its side and a disembodied head floating over its body on the packet, and it's escitalopram oxalate, so I'm sure I'll be fine. At least until Jupiter reaches 20 Aquarius.
It does feel like a long long time since I've felt this good. I meant to say to Dr. M this morning that maybe I should stop taking the medication, as I'm not the slightest bit concerned about not having money and there being no work, although of course I do have money, for another two years or so if I'm lucky before I have to join the Hemlock Society.
But all I did was tell him about Drama Workshop with Frank and Line Dancing with Vera at the senior center, and how I was going to take him a copy of the play I wrote after realizing the therapist who was murdered last February shared his office space but I don't have any copies of it ha ha, but as soon as I get some I'll send him one, and then asked if he had any samples of Celexa as I'm going to be in Spain and my prescription's running out.
I did tell him I've had an epiphany since I came here from Silver in January, that it's time to stop going from here to there and back again the way I've been doing, since that means I never build a life in either place, and that I'm comfortable here finally after 9/11. He told me I looked relaxed and happy, which I take to mean I've never looked like that before in his presence, and God knows I know I didn't look like it for years after 9/11. I said it was because when I asked Beginner Spanish instructor last night if he thought I could go on to Intermediate Spanish next session he told me I should be there now, which did indeed make me feel as emotionally satisfied as Jupiter to the Moon is supposed to, although I missed out the part about Jupiter and the Moon.
Anyway, he seemed pretty happy to see me happy, and gave me samples of something called Lexapro as he didn't have any Celexa, so we shall see if Lexapro continues to keep me happy. There's a sexless figure with one leg standing on a spiral with its arms out to its side and a disembodied head floating over its body on the packet, and it's escitalopram oxalate, so I'm sure I'll be fine. At least until Jupiter reaches 20 Aquarius.
23 March, 2009
Venus sextile Uranus
This is one of those aspects that makes me think about what it would be like to have been born with it. Cancel - every aspect makes me wonder what it must be like to have been born with it, but this one makes me WISH I'd been born with it. Cancel that, though, because if you were born with it, you'd *just* think life was like that all the time, which of course it would be, for you - spontaneous little off-the-beaten-path jaunts somewhere with a good friend where you could buy yourself an amusing little trinket and then go and have fabulous foreign food. Day after day after day after day after day. Maybe I don't wish I'd been born with it because then, as my grandmother always said of a coat worn inside when you had to go back out in the cold, I wouldn't appreciate it. Anyway, to hell with the meaning of life. I had Venus in 12 sextile Uranus in the first today.
All YB and I were going to do was go for a walk in Central Park, unusual enough for me but I've just rediscovered it after 45 years as I've had relatives visiting from England. It was supposed to be a beautiful day and we were going to meet at the Boathouse at 1:30 and wander around a bit.
It wasn't a beautiful day. It was colder than it was supposed to be, and then YB was taking her nephew somewhere and I got it into my head than when JDG came to visit this coming weekend I'd go back on the bus with him to Cherry Hill to say hello to his mother and sister, stay a couple of hours and come right back to the city. He's coming on the Boltbus, which costs $1 if you make a reservation far enough in advance, so I was on the phone with him for longer than I wanted to be trying to get a reservation on the same bus he was going back on and getting so kerfuffled I was asking for a reservation for that day, Sunday, and everything was showing up as Sold Out - anyway meeting at the Boathouse at 1:30 became a joke and we switched to meeting at the Daffy's on 57th at Lexington at 2:30.
I went to the Container Store first, as I'm looking for small plastic bottles to put my super strong sunscreen in when I go to Spain next week. They had two ounce and four ounce, and of course I want three ounce, the maximum amount of anything you're allowed to take on a plane with you in one bottle, so that was fruitless, but I struck it lucky in Daffy's. They had longish black cotton dresses for $22.99 in the Junior section and I was able to squeeze myself into the XL, found a pair of M grey silk pants that looked as though they'd fit me, got four pairs of undies and then saw this completely tasteless and absolutely fabulous Betsy Johnson handbag that I can use as a carry-on - black handles, silver and black fake pony-skin body. I can take it almost empty and if I do get any loot, use the bag to carry it back.
By then, YB had arrived saying why didn't we go to Chinatown, which I didn't want to do at first as with great effort I've managed to get five pounds off my frame so I can even think about putting on a swimsuit and going to Chinatown always involves eating. Salt.
But we went, to our favorite vegetarian Dim Sum place, and had fried turnip cakes and green beans in fermented sauce with shitake mushrooms and they got it just right and everything was so so good, and then we took the subway off to our respective destinations and maybe I do wish I had Venus sextile Uranus natally.
The pants don't fit.
All YB and I were going to do was go for a walk in Central Park, unusual enough for me but I've just rediscovered it after 45 years as I've had relatives visiting from England. It was supposed to be a beautiful day and we were going to meet at the Boathouse at 1:30 and wander around a bit.
It wasn't a beautiful day. It was colder than it was supposed to be, and then YB was taking her nephew somewhere and I got it into my head than when JDG came to visit this coming weekend I'd go back on the bus with him to Cherry Hill to say hello to his mother and sister, stay a couple of hours and come right back to the city. He's coming on the Boltbus, which costs $1 if you make a reservation far enough in advance, so I was on the phone with him for longer than I wanted to be trying to get a reservation on the same bus he was going back on and getting so kerfuffled I was asking for a reservation for that day, Sunday, and everything was showing up as Sold Out - anyway meeting at the Boathouse at 1:30 became a joke and we switched to meeting at the Daffy's on 57th at Lexington at 2:30.
I went to the Container Store first, as I'm looking for small plastic bottles to put my super strong sunscreen in when I go to Spain next week. They had two ounce and four ounce, and of course I want three ounce, the maximum amount of anything you're allowed to take on a plane with you in one bottle, so that was fruitless, but I struck it lucky in Daffy's. They had longish black cotton dresses for $22.99 in the Junior section and I was able to squeeze myself into the XL, found a pair of M grey silk pants that looked as though they'd fit me, got four pairs of undies and then saw this completely tasteless and absolutely fabulous Betsy Johnson handbag that I can use as a carry-on - black handles, silver and black fake pony-skin body. I can take it almost empty and if I do get any loot, use the bag to carry it back.
By then, YB had arrived saying why didn't we go to Chinatown, which I didn't want to do at first as with great effort I've managed to get five pounds off my frame so I can even think about putting on a swimsuit and going to Chinatown always involves eating. Salt.
But we went, to our favorite vegetarian Dim Sum place, and had fried turnip cakes and green beans in fermented sauce with shitake mushrooms and they got it just right and everything was so so good, and then we took the subway off to our respective destinations and maybe I do wish I had Venus sextile Uranus natally.
The pants don't fit.
19 March, 2009
Mercury opposed to Jupiter
Line dancing this morning at the senior center, after Drama Workshop with Frank which I had to leave half an hour early as Vera, our dance instructor, was offering semi-hopeless cases like me a pre-class 30 minute semi-private coaching session. Again and again she took the four of us through "Sea Cruise," which I gather is the group's signature dance, until even I had it fixed in my head and could go through the steps in the right sequence and remember what to do when the dance began again.
At 10:30 the regulars began to file in. We dance in half of the lunch room, with the tables pushed back. First dance was the one we'd been practicing earlier, and of course I found myself stumbling even though I'd been doing it perfectly before. I find it difficult to remember the sequence of steps and the whole thing is tremendously humbling, not that I really need that, but the glorious thing is that no one cares if you do it "wrong" and there's no judgment. Certainly you need a heavy dose of Aquarius in your chart to be able to do it (line dance at the senior center, I mean), but with an Aquarius Moon in 11 and Uranus in the first, I seem to be able to overlook the ripeness in the air by about 11:15 each week and concentrate just on the good stuff.
Anyway, Miss I Live to Serve here with Jupiter in Virgo at the end of the fifth found herself volunteering to download the music to all the dances we do, burn X number of CDs and bring them to next week's session for the giveaway price of 50 cents a disk. End of Mercury opposed to Jupiter post.
At 10:30 the regulars began to file in. We dance in half of the lunch room, with the tables pushed back. First dance was the one we'd been practicing earlier, and of course I found myself stumbling even though I'd been doing it perfectly before. I find it difficult to remember the sequence of steps and the whole thing is tremendously humbling, not that I really need that, but the glorious thing is that no one cares if you do it "wrong" and there's no judgment. Certainly you need a heavy dose of Aquarius in your chart to be able to do it (line dance at the senior center, I mean), but with an Aquarius Moon in 11 and Uranus in the first, I seem to be able to overlook the ripeness in the air by about 11:15 each week and concentrate just on the good stuff.
Anyway, Miss I Live to Serve here with Jupiter in Virgo at the end of the fifth found herself volunteering to download the music to all the dances we do, burn X number of CDs and bring them to next week's session for the giveaway price of 50 cents a disk. End of Mercury opposed to Jupiter post.
16 March, 2009
Everything in 11
Is that enough of an excuse for not having posted for almost two weeks? Works for me. What with Spanish class on Mondays, Playwrights Unite on Wednesdays and Drama Workshop with Frank AND Line Dancing with Vera on Thursdays, plus of course transcribing from home whenever there's work and trying (not nearly hard enough) to finish Just For You before I go to Spain in two weeks, keeping up-to-date with everydayastrology has fallen by the wayside. I mean, by the time you've gotten up, made coffee, read the Silver City Sun-News online, played marbles with the cat and gone out to get raspberries from the fruit man on the corner, the day's shot.
I've still been going to Astrodienst (the only site that I pay money for to subscribe to, pardon my syntax) once a week, and jotting down daily transits in my 2009 engagement book, but there's been no correlation of events and transits - no as above/so below - powerful enough to get me on here posting. Is that because Neptune's squaring my Ascendant and I'm off in dreamland somewhere? Is astrology losing its grip on me after 12 years? Presumably not, as here I am writing this.
Do I feel so good because it's nearly spring, I haven't worn my winter coat for weeks and I'm going to see my sister in Spain in two weeks, or is it because the Progressed Sun has just moved into the second house for me and finally, at the age of 63 very nearly 64, I'm happy and content to be what and who I am and supremely grateful for all of it? Is my sister-in-law here on a week's vacation from England because my Progressed Moon just went into Cancer, or it is Venus retrograde that puts her in my life after seven years? Am I putting the Sweet Pea out to play on the fire escape because I have an Aquarius Moon natally or does he have everything in Five at the moment?
Of all the questions, that's one I'll never know the answer to. I brought him home from the shelter in Silver City on April 4th last year, and all they could tell me about him was he was somewhere around nine months old, which would make him a Cancer. That fits perfectly, as he (almost) always stays around the house in Silver and hasn't strayed far on the fire escape, not that he can as I only just realized there's no ladder down and if there ever were a fire, God forbid, I would have to stand out there and hope someone came and got me before the building fell down.
Anyway, thanks to Astrodienst, I know that apart from all the ego losses I'm supposed to be undergoing right now, my next upcoming transit, other than lunar ones which even I am not obsessive enough to track, will be at 3:45 am on Thursday, when the Sun will oppose Chiron for me. So far, I have no plans for Wednesday. More later.
I've still been going to Astrodienst (the only site that I pay money for to subscribe to, pardon my syntax) once a week, and jotting down daily transits in my 2009 engagement book, but there's been no correlation of events and transits - no as above/so below - powerful enough to get me on here posting. Is that because Neptune's squaring my Ascendant and I'm off in dreamland somewhere? Is astrology losing its grip on me after 12 years? Presumably not, as here I am writing this.
Do I feel so good because it's nearly spring, I haven't worn my winter coat for weeks and I'm going to see my sister in Spain in two weeks, or is it because the Progressed Sun has just moved into the second house for me and finally, at the age of 63 very nearly 64, I'm happy and content to be what and who I am and supremely grateful for all of it? Is my sister-in-law here on a week's vacation from England because my Progressed Moon just went into Cancer, or it is Venus retrograde that puts her in my life after seven years? Am I putting the Sweet Pea out to play on the fire escape because I have an Aquarius Moon natally or does he have everything in Five at the moment?
Of all the questions, that's one I'll never know the answer to. I brought him home from the shelter in Silver City on April 4th last year, and all they could tell me about him was he was somewhere around nine months old, which would make him a Cancer. That fits perfectly, as he (almost) always stays around the house in Silver and hasn't strayed far on the fire escape, not that he can as I only just realized there's no ladder down and if there ever were a fire, God forbid, I would have to stand out there and hope someone came and got me before the building fell down.
Anyway, thanks to Astrodienst, I know that apart from all the ego losses I'm supposed to be undergoing right now, my next upcoming transit, other than lunar ones which even I am not obsessive enough to track, will be at 3:45 am on Thursday, when the Sun will oppose Chiron for me. So far, I have no plans for Wednesday. More later.
05 March, 2009
Mercury in Eleventh House
This began on Saturday but I've been in a frenzy of writing and sending material out and haven't had time to focus. Certainly it was a friend (11th house) who came over yesterday to help me with a play submission ( goals) to Samuel French, and two friends I emailed at least three weeks ago have responded in the past couple of days and we're making plans to meet in the coming weeks.
It's more and more obvious to me it's impossible to sort out the life path progressions in the background, the current transits to the natal stuff, biggies and little 'uns, and the stuff involving other people that life throws at you all the time, and say, as an astrologer to a client, this is what is going to happen to you, which seems to be all that people who go to astrologers want to know.
Of COURSE it's all they want to know! It's what I'd want to know if I went to an astrologer, but with me being so clever and all I can't do that, I need to obsess over my own chart with my twelfth house Sun and my Jupiter in Virgo and think that with Pluto coming to oppose my end-of-second-house Saturn and square Neptune in six it's time for me to sell the house in Silver and come back to New York to live and...and...and...
It's more and more obvious to me it's impossible to sort out the life path progressions in the background, the current transits to the natal stuff, biggies and little 'uns, and the stuff involving other people that life throws at you all the time, and say, as an astrologer to a client, this is what is going to happen to you, which seems to be all that people who go to astrologers want to know.
Of COURSE it's all they want to know! It's what I'd want to know if I went to an astrologer, but with me being so clever and all I can't do that, I need to obsess over my own chart with my twelfth house Sun and my Jupiter in Virgo and think that with Pluto coming to oppose my end-of-second-house Saturn and square Neptune in six it's time for me to sell the house in Silver and come back to New York to live and...and...and...
03 March, 2009
Progressed Mars Conjunct Venus
So it's official - Venus has nothing whatsoever to do with love, for me. Over the past couple of years, Pluto's been trining Natal Venus, supposedly bringing me the most intense, lasting love of my life, and just in case it didn't, progressed Mars has been moving towards Natal Venus at the same time, culminating in the exact conjunction at the beginning of March.
No sign of any suitors down on bended knee, but a lot of playwriting activity and finally the company I used to work for managed to send me the requested remnants of my 401K, asked for a month ago. That's it in the money department, but art - if you can call playwriting art and I don't know what else you would call it - is going strong.
I've managed to finish and send off the preface I was asked to write for a special edition of one of my 9/11 plays, Soldiering On, published by Oneactplaydepot. Thanks to a friend, I've been accepted into a playwriting group where I can hear work read and get or not get critical feedback, as I wish, and this forced me to come up with a writing resume and actually type Pamela Reeves, Playwright. Frank, who runs the drama workshop at the senior center, has been saying encouraging things about my work and wants to have one of his other groups read the ten minute play I wrote a year ago. The Dramatists Guild submission opportunities email this morning was for an evening of short plays in Scottsdale, with playwrights from Arizona and New Mexico especially encouraged to submit, I actually read some of the two act I'm working on to my sister over the phone and promised I'd have it finished to show her when I go and visit in April, and again thanks to a friend (Natal Moon in Aquarius in the Eleventh) I just submitted a one-act to Samuel French for their July Festival.
And maybe just to prove I'm not totally rejected and despised (burning all my CDs into iTunes so I can sell them and just got to Handel's Messiah), the Pea came up on the bed and slept with me for ten minutes the night this aspect was exact, last night.
No sign of any suitors down on bended knee, but a lot of playwriting activity and finally the company I used to work for managed to send me the requested remnants of my 401K, asked for a month ago. That's it in the money department, but art - if you can call playwriting art and I don't know what else you would call it - is going strong.
I've managed to finish and send off the preface I was asked to write for a special edition of one of my 9/11 plays, Soldiering On, published by Oneactplaydepot. Thanks to a friend, I've been accepted into a playwriting group where I can hear work read and get or not get critical feedback, as I wish, and this forced me to come up with a writing resume and actually type Pamela Reeves, Playwright. Frank, who runs the drama workshop at the senior center, has been saying encouraging things about my work and wants to have one of his other groups read the ten minute play I wrote a year ago. The Dramatists Guild submission opportunities email this morning was for an evening of short plays in Scottsdale, with playwrights from Arizona and New Mexico especially encouraged to submit, I actually read some of the two act I'm working on to my sister over the phone and promised I'd have it finished to show her when I go and visit in April, and again thanks to a friend (Natal Moon in Aquarius in the Eleventh) I just submitted a one-act to Samuel French for their July Festival.
And maybe just to prove I'm not totally rejected and despised (burning all my CDs into iTunes so I can sell them and just got to Handel's Messiah), the Pea came up on the bed and slept with me for ten minutes the night this aspect was exact, last night.
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