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.