Solar Eclipse with Venus on the Midheaven

For days now I've been wondering if I dared post a prediction about this. With an email on Monday telling me an amateur theatrical company in the U.K. wanted to produce one of my 9/11 plays and asking about who to contact re rights, etc., (and, of course, with my having immediately passed on the information) I thought, if the confirmation was coming, it may well have come today. I mean, solar eclipse with Venus on the degree of my Midheaven - something has to happen, right? Admittedly, Capricorn isn't the first sign of the Zodiac that comes to mind when you think of someone flinging themself around on a stage, but Saturn is in Libra now and Venus is right up there with the Sun and Moon.

I took myself off to Drama Workshop at the senior center this morning and sat around the table in the library with several other over-60s, stumbling over the words and reading the wrong lines and turning over two pages at once with the best of them, but no one appeared to offer me a Pulitzer or anything and I came home, stopping at the supermarket on the way back, also a place where no one seemed notably impressed by my presence.

The butcher was definitely immune to my supposedly very visible Venusian charms and my request for four ounces of chicken livers, which he took at first to be a request for four pounds and started balancing plastic containers of the stuff on his arm, trying to find some that added up to what he thought I'd asked him for. Once we'd sorted that out and I'd explained what four ounces was and why I wanted it - one of my cats likes the livers but can't eat them quickly enough before the rest of the container goes bad - he was politely regretful and told me he'd like to but his boss wouldn't let him. Recognizing a fruitless cause when I see it, I didn't press the issue. It did make me realize I could buy a pound or so and split it up into little plastic bags and freeze it, defrosting it when I needed it (which would probably have occurred to someone else far sooner than it did it did to me), so all was not lost.

With Jupiter sextiling Venus in two days time I've been in no mood this week to do any of the editorial work which is my bread and butter. Google and Dr. Phil helped me squander the rest of the day and at seven, with no incoming emails confirming my status as an internationally produced playwright, I was all set to watch Jeopardy but picked the phone up when it rang. (It was only 2:00 am in the U.K and the director may have decided to tell me in person.)

It was my friend who runs a transcription agency and as soon as she said "You're going to wish you had Caller ID" I knew what it was about. Yes, I said, I would do the rush job for the morning, just send it to me (thank God for MP3 files) and I'll get it done. I was, of course, forgetting the mysterious ways of television news producers, and it turned out the file had not yet been sent to her but the producer definitely wanted it transcribed for the morning.

That was 90 minutes ago and I'm still waiting. Presumably the file will arrive in my mailbox an hour from now when the Sun conjuncts the midheaven exactly, and I'll probably finish the job on the solar eclipse four hours after that after sitting here all that time with headphones on channelling work for someone else's career. Really, with a natal twelfth house Sun (and Venus and Mercury), how could I have expected anything else? Thank God for a sense of humor as well as MP3 files.