Saturn conjunct Jupiter

This is the third and final pass of this, and I wish I could remember the effects of the first two. Manifestations of this third go-around involved attempts at getting the house cleaned out and organized. I don't have my astrology diaries here or I could look back and see what was going on when Saturn squared Jupiter seven years ago in 2003. Certainly the house was full of junk/stuff then, as all of Paul's stuff was here, a lot of John's still, and I was slowly sending myself out things from New York I thought I couldn't live without.

As the stars would have it, I was asked to join in a communal yard sale today, and spent a lot of last week and all of yesterday sorting through and pricing things, most of which had been left behind by various and assorted renters or were still leftovers from John and Paul. Prize item here was a life-sized baby doll - Phoebe - left behind by last winter's tenants. Its/her arms were loose and hanging out of their sockets, craftily concealed by clothing it/her in a baby sleeping bag thingie so you couldn't tell. Earlier in the week, in my dreams, I had thought I might replace the worn-out elastic holding the arms together with something with less give, but that was in my dreams and this morning I decided Phoebe, with full disclosure of her disabled status, could be free to a good home.

The sale was in a not heavily populated area of town (as though any area of this town is heavily populated) and when the first customer arrived mind-morning we were told there were four columns of yard sales listed in the Silver City Daily Press for today. In spite of admitting, at my prodding, that he had female grandchildren, he turned Phoebe down, as did the next four non-purchasing arrivals, and it was only when an expert knitter friend showed up that I was able to unload Phoeb as a model for her baby clothes. (By this time I had demonstrated Phoebe's infirmities so many times her arms had fallen off completely and were loose in the bottom of her sleeping bag.) Admittedly not a great example, but as we realized as the morning wore on, the economy here is so bad you can't even GIVE things away.

I think I made four sales for a total of $11 and bought a pair of reading sunglasses for $5 from one of the other vendors, so if I dare look in my money pouch I probably have $6 more than I had when the sale started, and I still have a station wagon loaded with stuff I don't want. I have at least decided that none of it is allowed back in the house and will have to go into the little adobe storage shed up the hill. This of course means that all the REAL junk - old headboards, bits and scraps of plywood, furniture too rickety to stand on its own, lengths of leftover molding too short to use - has to be removed and taken to Restore (where I bought most of it anyway) to make room for the garage sale stuff. The most I can hope for is that I get that done before Saturn gets to Pisces and opposes Jupiter.