Events setting this up began on Sunday night right after I'd eaten my bowl of transformational spaghetti when a friend called to see if she could spend the night. She'd had her apartment fumigated the day before and was having a severe allergic reaction to the pesticide. She was calling from the street, having just come from the emergency room, and when she arrived at my apartment her body was covered in angry red welts with her face completely swollen. I made her up a bed on the couch and all was well.
On Monday she went back to her apartment, I did a couple of errands and came home to a frantic message on the machine saying her dog was very sick and needed to get to a vet. How it came up I'm not quite sure, but I agreed the charges could go on my credit card as she doesn't have one, and when she went to the emergency animal medical center the dog was admitted to intensive care and $2,000 was charged to my account. Friend X spent the night again (and I'm being fully reimbursed).
Tuesday, with the full moon due to perfect just after midnight, X went off to the clinic to check on her dog and I went to the midday session at the studio. I came back to the apartment - X and I were going to go to the Playwrights/Directors workshop together at five - but there was no one here. I called the clinic to see if she was still there and was told the dog had been euthanized and X had left. She got here just as I was leaving for the studio and was in far better shape than I was when my cat ran away last year. We had plans to go to a play reading that evening and I was sure she would cancel. She didn't come to the studio with me for the workshop but we met afterwards at the play reading, where she put on an amazing front and didn't tell the playwright, a friend of hers, what had happened. As she said to me, it was the playwright's evening and she didn't want to spoil it.
We walked home from the bus under a blazing full moon and this time the message on the machine was about a cat - I had volunteered to foster one thinking it would be a companion for my poor Sweet Pea, languishing away from boredom in an apartment when he's used to being outdoors all day in New Mexico. The rescue agency had found me one and I could pick him up the next day, which I did at 7 p.m., exactly an hour after the Sun squared natal Mars. What baffles me is the animal involvement, but as always I'm sure more will be revealed.
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