Venus square Uranus was exact at 4:00 p.m. yesterday, Monday, the day I came back to New York from Silver. A relatively new friend - Venus? - one I've been playing tennis with, drove me to the airport (El Paso, a three hour drive from Silver - (unusual? Uranus?) She did most of the driving as I was barely conscious after what seemed like two solid weeks of trying to get the house ready for the tenants, with very little sleep the last two nights as it became increasingly clear I wasn't going to finish what I wanted to.
Sweet Pea was no help at all. He decided not to come home till 4:45 am on Monday, so every hour on the hour I was awake and opening all four doors to the outside one after the other calling for him, with him probably curled up on one of the wicker chairs on the front porch ignoring me totally. Finally, 15 minutes before the alarm was due to go off so I could get up and finish the cleaning I still had to do, I heard the little yip that passes for a miaow for him, opened the front door and in he came. Good in one way, as he had something to eat and promptly went to sleep, meaning I didn't have to listen to him whining to go out as would have been the case if he'd stayed in all night.
We made it to the airport with an hour to check in, plenty of time, and if Bridget driving me was a bit of a stretch for Venus square Uranus, maybe it came at about two as I was attempting to get the Pea out of his carrier so I could carry him through security, always one of his favorite things to have done to him. I managed to pry him out of the box with his head and front legs hooked over my right arm, back legs with all claws extended scrabbling furiously at my thighs, and as I staggered doubled over through the archway heard one of the security people saying "Beautiful cat."
As for the Venus opposed to Mars, manifesting at seven am today, it was probably the semi-emergency landing we made at LaGuardia at midnight. Evidently the pilot wasn't sure if the landing gears were down or not (?) and we were told to probably expect a loud grinding noise and sparks as we touched down, neither of which happened, but we were met by several emergency vehicles, lights flashing, and had to be towed to a gate. We'd already been delayed an hour in Chicago, all the kerfuffle took another hour, and the end result for me was I was so out of it by the time we were able to disembark I left my favorite reading glasses in my favorite metal case my sister gave me in the seat pocket of 31A.
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