I could change this blog's name to once-a-month-astrology, but hope springs eternal and here I am again. It's not that nothing has been happening: line dancing seems to have fallen by the wayside and I haven't done a grocery shop for a week, but a new handyman has been coming and fixing things up and last weekend I went down to the Blues Festival with friends twice and had drinks with other friends. It's just that since the comment on here from anonymous life seems to have taken on another dimension.
The only time I don't think about him is when I'm "gardening" or writing, and thank God I'm doing a lot of both. The weather is finally gorgeous and I'm often outside till 8:30; one night a bit of work on the cactus garden, another transplanting some of the cacti I'm uprooting, another trying to rake the ground in the *backyard*, which results in nothing more than a pile of caliche that I then shovel into a big kitty litter container and take down to Battery Park City by the side of the concrete pad, thinking all the time I'll go down to the barn and bring up the wheelbarrow to make it easier, which I never do.
As for writing, I promised a friend last weekend I'd have Act II done so I could give her the finished script this weekend, and that seems to have propelled me into a frenzy of revision. A deadline - what a concept. Right now I have Mars trine Venus for the next couple of days to help me along with both projects, and all in all I'm so thrilled that the Pluto opposed to Saturn square Neptune that I've been dreading for years has brought nothing more than a friend asking for a loan and anonymous reappearing in my life I'm quite happy to float along on my Neptunian cloud, work on Just For You in the morning, throw cornflower seeds left, right and center all afternoon and fall in a heap in front of Turner Classic Movies at the end of the day.
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