...and the first really warm day, so I go charging off to one of the few stores here where I can find clothing that looks like me when I put it on for a *reasonable* price. For the past eight years I've bought almost nothing except t-shirts from Gospel Mission in Silver for 25 cents each, so with my 65th (!!!!!) birthday fast approaching I decided I could spend some money after my winter of living like the church mouse.
I found a beautiful charcoal colored top, much fancier than anything I normally wear, and an unstructured cream colored very lightweight linen coat/jacket thing that I wasn't sure about but bought anyway, figuring I could take it back within ten days if I changed my mind, and felt only slightly sick as I handed over my charge card.
Going from the sublime to the ridiculous, I brought both pieces home and then took off to the local thrift shop here where I had a $25 credit and bought two pairs of lightweight stretch pants. Home again, I took out the sewing machine and began to tailor both pairs to fit me, as they were both one size too big. I'd almost finished the first pair before the transit passed, and am curious to see when the sewing machine comes out again. Considering the state of my bank balance, I'm hoping it will be soon.
21 March, 2010
19 March, 2010
Uranus conjunct Part of Fortune
With a part of fortune in Pisces in the twelfth it isn't very likely to bring me financial gain, no matter what planet lands on it. Only once since I've been tracking transits has it happened, and that was seven years ago in Las Vegas when Venus conjuncted it. Appropriately enough, I was sitting at a dollar Wheel of Fortune machine and lo and behold, the pointer stopped at the $1,000 mark. Never happened before, never happened since, not that I spend too much time in Las Vegas.
Uranus sitting on top of my PoF last week coincided (yeah, right) with the final collage class I've been taking at the Stanley Isaacs Senior Center, near where I live. About 15 of us, with the guidance and support of an out-reach person from the Whitney, put together over six weeks a three panel collage of the center, measuring about eight feet by nine in total, and evidently the biggest ever constructed to date by the program.
Last Wednesday we were all invited to the Whitney for a personal tour of the Biennial, given by the ever-patient out-reach person who helped us with the collage, and then taken into a conference room where the individual collages we'd made in the class had been photographed and matted and were on display, along with the original collages. Photographs of our masterpiece - too big to transport - were projected onto a screen while we all sat around and ate chocolate biscuits - (Venus was opposed to Neptune for me that day as well, to enhance the sugar and the art aspect) - chatting away to members of the out-reach program and nodding sagely at any connections they drew between our art work and "real" artists. Of course I intended my collage to evoke the Bauhaus. Why else would I have used a photograph of a mop and bucket and another of the wheels on a garbage can? We all got a Whitney shopping bag to take our masterpieces home in, and were also given a pair of passes to go back whenever we want and check out the parts of the Biennial we missed. Nearly as good as a thousand dollars.
A better than a thousand dollar aspect came into play the next day, when I left my wallet in the supermarket, didn't realize if for six hours, and found it had been handed into the manager's office when I went back for it. My big $25 was still in it, my driver's license, my credit card, Duane Reade card, library card, MetroCard, life in general - all still inside and all I had to do was give my name to get it back. It's so corny I can barely write it, but life's just a great big wheel of fortune, and it was on my side last week.
12 March, 2010
Jupiter Opposed to Sun
Line dancing at the senior center is now only every other week, and I missed the last two sessions due to total inability to get myself there. The day of this aspect, three days ago, I was raring to go and took myself off to get there exactly on time at 10:30. As it happened, completely by coincidence of course, Vera, our indefatigable leader, was giving another line dancing class that afternoon at another center in the neighborhood, and I was asked if I would show up to boost attendance and prove to the new center's management that, if a dancing class were offered, people would come.
Being as how I live to serve, I said I'd go, and did. Several of the ladies from the Isaacs Center, the original place, were there, as they lived in the building, and after the (successful) class, one of them asked me and others to go up and see her apartment, of which she was obviously very proud. I had intended to go to Daffy's and see if I could find some new spring clothes, as I've been wearing the same things since 9/11 just about, but again, as I live to serve, I said yes and went up to see the apartment. While we were oohing and ahhing over the view, which was a good 'un, another of the ladies who lives in an adjoining building asked.....so I did that as well, leaving with just enough time to get to the Studio for Playwrights/Directors Workshop and ten minutes or so to spare.
Jupiter then decided I had enough time to stop in at a Daffy's before I went to the Studio, which I did, but I didn't, if you see what I mean, and got to the Studio (with no new clothes) after most of the participants had gone into the theater, squeaking in just in time to be allowed up in the elevator just as the moderator was introducing the first presentation. There ended the manifestation of Jupiter opposed to the Sun, as all I did after that was have a normal-sized dinner with a friend and go home.
Being as how I live to serve, I said I'd go, and did. Several of the ladies from the Isaacs Center, the original place, were there, as they lived in the building, and after the (successful) class, one of them asked me and others to go up and see her apartment, of which she was obviously very proud. I had intended to go to Daffy's and see if I could find some new spring clothes, as I've been wearing the same things since 9/11 just about, but again, as I live to serve, I said yes and went up to see the apartment. While we were oohing and ahhing over the view, which was a good 'un, another of the ladies who lives in an adjoining building asked.....so I did that as well, leaving with just enough time to get to the Studio for Playwrights/Directors Workshop and ten minutes or so to spare.
Jupiter then decided I had enough time to stop in at a Daffy's before I went to the Studio, which I did, but I didn't, if you see what I mean, and got to the Studio (with no new clothes) after most of the participants had gone into the theater, squeaking in just in time to be allowed up in the elevator just as the moderator was introducing the first presentation. There ended the manifestation of Jupiter opposed to the Sun, as all I did after that was have a normal-sized dinner with a friend and go home.
10 March, 2010
Two at One Blow
My Week at a Glance was a wonderful solution for someone seemingly incapable of posting every day, she said modestly, so I shall continue with a variation on the theme.
Uranus sextile Ascendant, Tuesday February 23
Holistic cat people seem to be this aspect made manifest for me - most unlike any of the earthlings I've met before. I'm used to seniors by now and theater people are nothing new, but women who have telepathic chats with Patches and then tell me he told them he has a fear of abandonment are definitely an alien species, as are those who tell me that whenever I leave the house I should have a chat with Sweet Pea and tell him he's in charge and he's to keep the pigeons and sparrows out while I'm away.
Just to put a bit of real surprise into my life though, and to make this aspect completely memorable, an hour before it was due to perfect my kitchen door suddenly swung open (yes OF COURSE I should keep it locked) and just as suddenly closed, as one of the workmen on his way up to the third floor indulged in a bit of wish fulfillment and decided to think the second floor was the end of his climb. Scary for a moment.
Sun square Uranus, Sunday February 28
I was going to stay home and work on my quarter-of-a-million word proofreading job, which is all I ever seem to do these days, except a friend called and we decided on the spur of the moment to go and see Crazy Heart. I'd never even heard of it, which means nothing, as I have a stalk of virtual hay sticking out of my hair now at all times, and it turned out to be one of the best movies I've seen in years (not that that means anything either, as I've seen about two a year since 2001.) The point is, what used to be a reasonably ordinary thing to do - going to the movies - has become an unusual event, partly because it involves spending money, which might be why going out to eat has downsized into having a slice of pizza. That's exactly what we did after the movie. I did splurge and have pepperoni on top.
Uranus sextile Ascendant, Tuesday February 23
Holistic cat people seem to be this aspect made manifest for me - most unlike any of the earthlings I've met before. I'm used to seniors by now and theater people are nothing new, but women who have telepathic chats with Patches and then tell me he told them he has a fear of abandonment are definitely an alien species, as are those who tell me that whenever I leave the house I should have a chat with Sweet Pea and tell him he's in charge and he's to keep the pigeons and sparrows out while I'm away.
Just to put a bit of real surprise into my life though, and to make this aspect completely memorable, an hour before it was due to perfect my kitchen door suddenly swung open (yes OF COURSE I should keep it locked) and just as suddenly closed, as one of the workmen on his way up to the third floor indulged in a bit of wish fulfillment and decided to think the second floor was the end of his climb. Scary for a moment.
Sun square Uranus, Sunday February 28
I was going to stay home and work on my quarter-of-a-million word proofreading job, which is all I ever seem to do these days, except a friend called and we decided on the spur of the moment to go and see Crazy Heart. I'd never even heard of it, which means nothing, as I have a stalk of virtual hay sticking out of my hair now at all times, and it turned out to be one of the best movies I've seen in years (not that that means anything either, as I've seen about two a year since 2001.) The point is, what used to be a reasonably ordinary thing to do - going to the movies - has become an unusual event, partly because it involves spending money, which might be why going out to eat has downsized into having a slice of pizza. That's exactly what we did after the movie. I did splurge and have pepperoni on top.
06 March, 2010
Astrology Triumphs Again
So there it was the day before Jupiter conjunct Mars in the eleventh house and all that seemed to have happened was that I'd been bitten AGAIN by the cat I was fostering and the bite had become infected. Yes, it was drama workshop at the senior center in the morning and workshop leader wanted to know if I'd be available to be in the Celebrate Women's Month or whatever is it show/pageant later in March, and I would, so we all go over our parts and I'm Sappho, oh great, and will have to read my little blurb from Great Women's Hall of Fame or whatever it is, but gimme a break - THAT'S Jupiter conjunct Mars? Final proof that God has a sense of humor?
Not quite. That afternoon was also the final collage workshop with The Artist From The Whitney at the senior center, but in between my two visits to the center I had, of course, to check what is laughingly called my portfolio - a collection of equities, as I now know to call them (as opposed to stocks, which is what I called them when I knew even less about them than I do now) - a motley collection indeed, all bought without the help of financial advisors, all based on whatever *trend* my hayseed self might have thought was about to *pop*. Years ago I bought a big 190 shares of TIVO. Usually I buy 100 or less, but TIVO when I bought it was $4.99 so I could splurge.
It's some kind of box that connects to your TV that lets you record programs that are on when you're not home so you can watch them when you are, she said vaguely, showing the acute understanding she has of each equity in which she *invests* (read 'gambles') ; there's a monthly subscription rate that is way over what I would pay for such a service. I get (almost) the same service from Dish network, the satellite TV provider I use in Silver, for $5.00 a month. That was the problem with the stock - a great idea but one that could be easily copied, and the company has been in a legal fight with Dish for so long I'd forgotten about it. The poor thing has struggled its way upward over the years, and gotten stuck at around $10.00 for a long time. That's a 100 percent return, but with 190 shares, still nothing to write home about.
But - Jupiter conjunct Mars with no other manifestation that I can see and TIVO wins its latest battle against Dish and is awarded $200 million and the stock jumps $5 in a day and my *investment* is up by $1,000 since I left the house to go to drama workshop. And with not much angst at all - Citibank having rejected me for having a portfolio worth less than $25,000 and passed me on to some lower form of financial caretaker, with said transfer taking place the day after I want to sell my TIVO so that when I go to my Citibank account online and attempt to sell my TIVO I'm told "You cannot sell a stock you do not own"- a simple panicked phone call puts me in touch with a Citibank investment advisor who is as surprised as I am when he sees what I'm trying to do and asks me if I know of any reason for the stock's pop. When I tell him, he gets as excited as I am, and lo and behold, a month and a half gets taken off the time I have to live comfortably and $3000.00 or close goes into my checking account.
And people say Pisces means spirituality...
Not quite. That afternoon was also the final collage workshop with The Artist From The Whitney at the senior center, but in between my two visits to the center I had, of course, to check what is laughingly called my portfolio - a collection of equities, as I now know to call them (as opposed to stocks, which is what I called them when I knew even less about them than I do now) - a motley collection indeed, all bought without the help of financial advisors, all based on whatever *trend* my hayseed self might have thought was about to *pop*. Years ago I bought a big 190 shares of TIVO. Usually I buy 100 or less, but TIVO when I bought it was $4.99 so I could splurge.
It's some kind of box that connects to your TV that lets you record programs that are on when you're not home so you can watch them when you are, she said vaguely, showing the acute understanding she has of each equity in which she *invests* (read 'gambles') ; there's a monthly subscription rate that is way over what I would pay for such a service. I get (almost) the same service from Dish network, the satellite TV provider I use in Silver, for $5.00 a month. That was the problem with the stock - a great idea but one that could be easily copied, and the company has been in a legal fight with Dish for so long I'd forgotten about it. The poor thing has struggled its way upward over the years, and gotten stuck at around $10.00 for a long time. That's a 100 percent return, but with 190 shares, still nothing to write home about.
But - Jupiter conjunct Mars with no other manifestation that I can see and TIVO wins its latest battle against Dish and is awarded $200 million and the stock jumps $5 in a day and my *investment* is up by $1,000 since I left the house to go to drama workshop. And with not much angst at all - Citibank having rejected me for having a portfolio worth less than $25,000 and passed me on to some lower form of financial caretaker, with said transfer taking place the day after I want to sell my TIVO so that when I go to my Citibank account online and attempt to sell my TIVO I'm told "You cannot sell a stock you do not own"- a simple panicked phone call puts me in touch with a Citibank investment advisor who is as surprised as I am when he sees what I'm trying to do and asks me if I know of any reason for the stock's pop. When I tell him, he gets as excited as I am, and lo and behold, a month and a half gets taken off the time I have to live comfortably and $3000.00 or close goes into my checking account.
And people say Pisces means spirituality...
03 March, 2010
Sun conjunct Mars square Uranus
The manifestation of the above on Monday, with the Sun conjunct Mars at 11:30 am and JUPITER SQUARE URANUS pardon my shouting exact at 5:32 pm, is I think a perfect example of how my life has shrunk and narrowed itself under the overlying Pluto opposed to Saturn. On what by any interpretation *should* have been a reasonably out-of-the-ordinary day, I took myself off to the Bronx on the subway to spend the day with my quarter-of-a-million word proofreading job client, going over the changes I'd made and getting his approval.
It was a big day for him in that I walked him through How to Send an Email and showed him and bookmarked for him the Inefficient Drinker http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KswnjMa-MQ cat video, which I gather he's been watching constantly ever since. It's just that I would have expected something more, as I've gone to work with him at least five times before, but that's the same silly trap I often fall into of expecting transits to bring me something exciting when I've been living the life of a slug for months.
In a very boring mundane in its not pertaining to the world sense, I can find some correlation between the aspects and the day - natal Jupiter is in Virgo, ruled by Mercury, words words words, and Mars is of course in Pisces - no boundaries - and God knows this proofreading job is deficient in the boundary department, but still...
Oh well, it got me back to posting here, so it's a boring wind that blows no good, or something, and now back to the last 50,000 words.
It was a big day for him in that I walked him through How to Send an Email and showed him and bookmarked for him the Inefficient Drinker http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KswnjMa-MQ cat video, which I gather he's been watching constantly ever since. It's just that I would have expected something more, as I've gone to work with him at least five times before, but that's the same silly trap I often fall into of expecting transits to bring me something exciting when I've been living the life of a slug for months.
In a very boring mundane in its not pertaining to the world sense, I can find some correlation between the aspects and the day - natal Jupiter is in Virgo, ruled by Mercury, words words words, and Mars is of course in Pisces - no boundaries - and God knows this proofreading job is deficient in the boundary department, but still...
Oh well, it got me back to posting here, so it's a boring wind that blows no good, or something, and now back to the last 50,000 words.
Pluto Opposed to Saturn
Last post February sixth? That seems to answer what the above has brought - paralysis of some kind, life shrinking to a bare minimum of going to the studio, working on the GK proofreading job, working on the everlasting play I've been getting out and putting away for years, and of course the cats, who I realized could be symbolizing the Pluto opposed to Saturn aspect, although it's difficult to think of Sweet Pea as Saturn.
He certainly symbolizes some of the structure I've built up in my life. I've been his human (as I've learned to identify myself, thanks to Uranus sextile the Ascendant bringing people the likes of whom I've never known into my life) for almost two years now, a record in my being the human in a cat's life life. He's gone from being a traumatized nine-month-old to a still fearful of everyone but me going-on-three year old, but until Pluto disguised as Patches appeared last November, he's always been Only Cat in Household. (It was my less-than-brilliant idea that fostering a cat would provide Sweet Pea, used to roaming his own six acres of New Mexico and now confined to a railroad flat for six months, with company and a playmate.)
According to the holistically inclined cat people I've now spoken to, I ought to have had someone other than me bring Patches into the apartment while Sweet Pea and I were here. That someone ought to have deposited the carrier with Patches still inside somewhere near our feet and we *should* have had a long and meaningless chat about anything but the new arrival, totally ignoring the carrier, and giving Sweet Pea a chance to have a sniff at it and get to realize what was inside. (This ideal scenario overlooks the fact that the minute the door to the hall opens and a stranger comes in, Sweet Pea vanishes under the bed for the duration of said stranger's stay. The point is I *should* not have brought Patches in myself.)
The ideal scenario continues for a week or so, I think with me having hourly chats with Sweet Pea about how he is still the alpha cat and I love him more than any other cat and he will never be deposed etc. etc., while Patches continues to be ignored and spend most of his time separated from Sweet Pea.
What actually happened was that I walked in with Patches in a carrier, put it down on the kitchen floor and let him out immediately, so the holistic approach to introducing a new cat to the household was over before it had a chance to begin. The ensuing fights have not been pretty, with me the blooded one. And if they do represent Pluto opposed to Saturn, that aspect is no longer exact and the two of them are still a long way from being the best of friends. A noble experiment, but at least I'm back to posting.
He certainly symbolizes some of the structure I've built up in my life. I've been his human (as I've learned to identify myself, thanks to Uranus sextile the Ascendant bringing people the likes of whom I've never known into my life) for almost two years now, a record in my being the human in a cat's life life. He's gone from being a traumatized nine-month-old to a still fearful of everyone but me going-on-three year old, but until Pluto disguised as Patches appeared last November, he's always been Only Cat in Household. (It was my less-than-brilliant idea that fostering a cat would provide Sweet Pea, used to roaming his own six acres of New Mexico and now confined to a railroad flat for six months, with company and a playmate.)
According to the holistically inclined cat people I've now spoken to, I ought to have had someone other than me bring Patches into the apartment while Sweet Pea and I were here. That someone ought to have deposited the carrier with Patches still inside somewhere near our feet and we *should* have had a long and meaningless chat about anything but the new arrival, totally ignoring the carrier, and giving Sweet Pea a chance to have a sniff at it and get to realize what was inside. (This ideal scenario overlooks the fact that the minute the door to the hall opens and a stranger comes in, Sweet Pea vanishes under the bed for the duration of said stranger's stay. The point is I *should* not have brought Patches in myself.)
The ideal scenario continues for a week or so, I think with me having hourly chats with Sweet Pea about how he is still the alpha cat and I love him more than any other cat and he will never be deposed etc. etc., while Patches continues to be ignored and spend most of his time separated from Sweet Pea.
What actually happened was that I walked in with Patches in a carrier, put it down on the kitchen floor and let him out immediately, so the holistic approach to introducing a new cat to the household was over before it had a chance to begin. The ensuing fights have not been pretty, with me the blooded one. And if they do represent Pluto opposed to Saturn, that aspect is no longer exact and the two of them are still a long way from being the best of friends. A noble experiment, but at least I'm back to posting.
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