Once again proving that Venus in my chart has more to do with art and moolah than love, I got an email from an amateur theatre group in London asking for information about Soldiering On, the better of my two 9/11 plays. No guarantee that the play will actually be performed, but a request for a copy with a promise to pay all performance rights should the artistic director decide to go ahead. This would mean a grand total of $175 for me (in late 2011, but who's complaining?) if SO were performed for seven nights, which seems to be normal run time for the theatre. Loverly jubbly all around.
There was a response to the ad I have posted on Craigslist Albuquerque for the sale of a Silver City neighbor's 1957 Chevvy Apache truck. As it comes from someone whose email address is sparkyclassicmotors, it's more likely to be a solicitation for the truck to be listed on his site than an offer to buy, but it's something.
(The only other response to the ad was two weeks ago when Venus opposed Uranus, and when the potential buyer proved to be willing to spend only half of the asking price, that was over before it began, in true Uranian fashion.)
Just to add a little bit of friendship and affection to the Venus/Mercury trine, said neighbor in Silver called to say thank you for the Stilton cheese I sent him a week ago priority mail and have been concerned about ever since. It arrived on Saturday in perfect condition, removing all worries on my part about going to jail for saying no when the post office counter person asked me if there was anything perishable in the package, and he had been happily eating it for the past two days instead of it sitting in the Silver City Post Office emitting powerful malodorous rays of rotting blue cheese.
This aspect doesn't perfect for another eight hours, so should Mick Jagger call to invite me to Mustique for the holidays, you will read about it first here.
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