And I Thought It Was Me

I had such a productive week I was amazed at myself. I listed the house as a rental on Craigslist, both on the Las Cruces list and then on the Anchorage one after someone told me a lot of people from Alaska come to Silver in the winter. Two weeks before deadline, I proofed the special edition copy of Soldiering On that Oneactplaydepot is printing, then in spite of knowing I didn't meet the qualifications, applied to a Playwrights/Directors Workshop at the Actors Studio that a member friend told me about.

(Whether that last can truly be called productive could be up for discussion, as there's not a chance I'll be accepted, but it made me write a letter introducing myself as a playwright and send a writing resume, a completed one-act and 10 pages of the play I've been working on on and off for 12 years, and anything that makes me actually admit that I write plays can, for me, only be good.)

I paid the house insurance on time, remembered to transfer money from savings (hah!) into checking in time to cover my New York rent, ordered and picked up my Celexa Rx from Walmart, kept my appointment with Silver City's only dermatologist and happily found myself to be skin cancer free - the list of responsible and adult things I did would be even longer if I could remember them ha ha, and so help me God I had a few discrete moments of congratulating myself on my sudden ability to focus and - dare I write this even knowing no one will read it? - put it down to Pluto stationing in my eighth house of Self Mastery. Aaarrrggghhh!

Today, Labor Day, I played tennis if you want to be generous (batted a ball backwards and forwards with someone almost as pitiful as me if you don't), came home, dragged great big rocks around, which is known as gardening here in Silver City, for four hours, took a shower and began to look at what I have of Act II of the play I've been working on for 12 years. As it's Monday I turned the page over in my Week at a Glance desk diary where I keep track of transits and there, written in for Wednesday the 9th, in my very own hand-writing and in red ink, it says Saturn trine Midheaven exact. Talk about a letdown, but at least I can still laugh.