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.