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.