Holy Cow!

This sh*t works, to borrow from Michael Lutin, it really really does, and sometimes it's so uncanny it makes your hair stand on end - a fitting metaphor, as shall be revealed. In two hours time, at the full Moon at 29Aries33, the Moon will be almost exactly on my Venus: the actual conjunction comes five hours later, when the Moon gets to 29Aries45. Close enough for government work, don't you think?

So, of course, for weeks I've been wondering just how this aspect might manifest, not that I have too much time on my hands or anything. Could this be the day I get a response from The Royal Court about Just For You? Forget about an acceptance, one of their encouraging rejection letters would be fine. Maybe Apple would announce a split and ensure my future for the next six years instead of three, or perhaps Anonymous would get over himself and answer my email of six weeks ago. I did go and buy my lottery ticket, as advised by Lora Lake, but when I checked the mailbox there was nothing but requests FOR money (charities, not creditors), nothing in my email from Anonymous and Apple went down a point, not that I was really expecting that one.

So - home at five with friend who's staying for a couple of days and he goes to lie down before dinner and I decide to sit on the front porch while the sun's still up. I mean really, I have a friend here, we're having pasta with home-made pesto from another friend for dinner, we have beer and wine and if I have enough clothes to give him we can sit out on the back patio and watch the Moon come up through the trees, it's been a beautiful day - what more can I ask, really? Isn't all that Venusian enough?

As soon as I open the front door I fall over a little brown box left by UPS. It's addressed to me, duh, but I can't see who it's from and the first thing I think is it's a thank you present from someone who was at last Saturday's barbecue, not remotely likely but it was the first thing I thought. When I get it open I see it's from L'Oreal's Women of Worth program -  L'Oreal, you know, the French hair color and skin care and cosmetics maker that if you wanted to stretch things a bit you could associate with Venus, Goddess of Love and Beauty - THAT L'Oreal.

And why, you might ask, am I, whose daily makeup routine consists of a squeeze from a bottle of Oil of Olay and a quick whip-around with a dollar eye liner from Walmart, getting a letter and package from L'Oreal two hours before the Full Moon falls on my Venus? Well, because when I was leaving New York in April and had to give up my beautiful old fostered cat Patches, he was taken in by a woman called Blair Sorrel, to whom I shall be eternally grateful, who runs StreetZaps and who told me she had nominated herself for the afore-mentioned Women of Worth program. As a tiny token of gratitude, I said I would also nominate her, which I did, hence my thank you package from L'Oreal three months later which completely by coincidence arrived on the day the Full Moon falls on my Venus, if I haven't mentioned that before.

Praise the Lord I mentioned what was due to happen to friend BEFORE I got the package, as I can hear him opening and closing drawers in the kitchen and now I can go and show him the manifestation of FM on my V - two very snazzy looking lipsticks and two packages of eye shadow, four colors in each package. Then all I have to do is rustle up some blankets so we can go and sit on the back patio and wait forty-five minutes till the Moon comes up and I get an email from Anonymous.

Two Weeks At A Glance

Last post 10/7, today's date 10/21: how does it happen, I ask myself. Getting ready to leave the house for the winter and go back to New York, having a barbecue for 30 people and now a house guest five days before I leave probably has something to do with it, as does Progressed Moon in Cancer literally down at the nadir and now one degree into the Fourth House conjunct the Progressed Ascendant, along with Saturn conveniently trining Uranus and perfecting yesterday.


Finally, after eight years, I've been through every drawer, cupboard, closet, bookshelf and box in this house, and while a lot of it went straight back where it came from, at least I know what's where - or rather, I do now. When I come back in May it will be another story, but we're going one day at a time here and I have a box for the thrift store, a box to mail to New York, a box to go to Restore, a pile of paperwork to sort through and a ticket to leave ELP next Tuesday.


Along with the first paragraph, Jupiter's been sextiling the Midheaven and the Ascendant, coinciding nicely with the Third Annual Little Walnut Sausage Cookout last Saturday when everyone who came brought something that contributed to the grub, or, like Bayou Seco and John Tank, not only brought food but brought their instruments and provided foot-tapping live music while the rest of us jogged up and down and stuffed ourselves with Italian sausage with peppers and onions and Caesar potato salad and hummus and tabouleh and macaroni salad and I can't even remember what else as everything got eaten and all who brought food took home their empty dishes.


I then retired to bed for a couple of days while Mercury and the Sun squared the Midheaven, Venus trined Mars (sound asleep) and the Sun opposed Mercury (ditto). Back to cleaning and sorting while Mars sextiled the Midheaven (house guest arrived twelve hours early) and opposed the Ascendant (went with house guest to say goodbye to knitting group for the winter).


Long-awaited aspect now is the full Moon smack on natal Venus tonight. My own personal prediction from Lora Lake: "Full Moon on top of your Venus - money, creativity, romance - or, excess, extravagance and sentimentality. Nah. You have an Aquarian Moon and a Taurean Ascendant so I'm going with the former trio! Buy that lottery ticket ;-) "


Will do, as soon as I've been to the dump.

Mercury Sextile Pluto

This is a good one. So I'm sitting here at the computer, wasting time again when I *should* be organizing and packing, and I'm reading Gothamist and come across an article about some fabulous new French pastries that supposedly have only 25 calories in each.

Having just finished a meal comprising only about 1,500 calories I'm immediately interested, and click on the link to the 25 calorie French pastries, only to immediately find an error in the copy. It truly is a curse, having an eagle (proof-reader's) eye, but in this case, when I make the 25-calorie-miniature-pastry-baker aware of the error, she thanks me and asks if I would like to try her wares, which is like asking former president Bush if he would like to run away to Texas and never be seen in public again.

Once I get back to New York, I am very much looking forward to going to wherever Celine tells me to go to pick up my reward for having Jupiter and Chiron in Virgo.

Jupiter Conjunct Part of Fortune

The last time this happened was back in May when I was referring to myself as "the girl" because "the boy," someone I knew - well, let's not dance around here - someone I lived with forty-five years ago and had been looking for for the past twenty-five years had found me through this blog, left a comment and then not responded to my response to that.

This time around was different in the same way ha ha. The boy did respond to my response a couple of days later back in May, and we began an email correspondence which made me realize - what? All kinds of things, none of which are clear enough in my head to begin to put down here, but our 2010 pen-pal friendship ended abruptly at the beginning of September when I was perhaps far too honest and sent an email which presumably hurt and/or offended the boy as I never got a response. Considering that by that time I knew his Sun opposes my Uranus, I shouldn't be at all surprised, me knowing all about astrology and all, but still, it's not the way you'd choose something that picked up again after forty-five years to end, pardon my syntax.

Anyway, more than a month after the presumably offending email I sent, the boy has chosen not to respond, just as I chose to send an email I was aware could be wounding. Only as I write this has it occurred to me to check MY transits for that day and I see that Saturn was exactly conjunct Neptune, er, kind of clouding my sense of reality and I suppose, resulting in my coming down hard on poor Anonymous who found me after forty-five years. Oh yes, it's a wonderful thing to know all about astrology and all and to use it as a tool to help you grope your way through life. Oh yes, it's a wonderful thing.

So what I got, with Jupiter conjunct my part of fortune in Pisces in the Twelfth House, was this: an eight-inch-across astonishingly beautiful Dinner-Plate Dahlia that I've been admiring

all the time I've been collecting my free lava rock from its grower's house, along with tomatoes, eggplants and zucchini, which I made into an eat-your-heart-out-whoever-the-current-celebrity-chef-in-New-York-is ratatouille and had enough left over for the next day. And to finish the day in true Piscean fashion, I had a long phone conversation with someone attempting to adopt a child from Nepal who is encountering obstacle after obstacle. But if you read about May, them seeds did get sown.

Pluto, Pluto, Go away...

...and don't come back another day.

If it isn't rattlesnakes it's turkey vultures - my neighbor was in his front yard when I got back from playing tennis and I stopped to tell him about the rattlesnake. I didn't get very far because he told me he'd just called the house because he was worried about me, and when I asked why, he said it was because there were three turkey vultures sitting on the utility pole outside my house.

I immediately thought of Sweet Pea and the rattlesnake's extended family that people keep telling me to look out for now, and after reassuring Tom that it wasn't me the TVs were waiting for to die, I drove back to the house as quickly as anyone can drive on a rutted dirt road. The Pea was right there on the back patio, peacefully asleep, but I got him in and kept him in for a couple of hours. The TVs stayed for quite a while before taking off. I didn't see them swoop down on anything, so maybe they were just hungry and settled on the pole because it's the highest perch around and gave them the greatest long distance view.

And of course I'm only joking about Pluto, ha ha. Just because Saturn sextiled natal Pluto on Saturday is no reason at all to have a rattlesnake on your back patio two days before and three turkey vultures on your utility pole the day after.