What else would you expect, really, with a Part of Fortune in Pisces in the Twelfth? Almost exactly four weeks after the arrival of Star Child and the White Mummy from Kathmandu, sleeping in the downstairs entrance hallway with no real space to call my own, people popping in and out with and without dogs, Christmas with even more people popping in and out with and without dogs, dishes reappearing in the sink as soon as it's emptied of dishes that were in it before, washing machine going at least once a day and more presents under the tree than I've seen since I was six, suddenly they are all on a plane going off to the Caribbean and me and Sweet Pea are as alone as we can be in the apartment, no TV on, no guests expected, just us and a computer or two and peace, glorious peace.
Has it all been Pluto opposed to Saturn square Neptune (saving grace), and Neptune and Chiron sextile Mercury? Certainly that's all Astrodienst has been showing for my long-term transits for a year and a half, so it kind of has to be. There hasn't been a moment, really, to look at day-to-day transits of personal planets, let alone answer email or see what's going on in the Daily Mail - just constant concentration on this beautiful child who's dropped into our lives and is such a delight and joy none of us can completely comprehend it.
Yes, I noticed that Jupiter sextile the ascendant brought me the fabulous Christmas gift of a fifteen inch MacBook Pro from an appreciative Grannie. Yes, I noticed Jupiter sextile the Midheaven brought me an email from a friend with the name of an English director who might be willing to take a look at Just For You, which I have done absolutely nothing about. Yes, I noticed Venus trine Mars had me in T J Maxx at the Fresh Pond Mall last week buying a pair of rubber wellies and some fleece boot liners for a total of $30, but really the past four weeks have been a blur of the wheels on the bus going round and around, the driver on the bus saying move on back and my poor Sweet Pea taking up residence in a closet during the day and emerging only when Star Child has finally retired for the day, at which point White Mummy and I try to stay awake for five minutes and then totter off to our respective beds.
Tomorrow brings more peace, I hope, even though Mars squares the Sun at 9:36 am. (This may already have manifested with me walking to Harvard Square today to try to buy New Year Cards (and knowing I'm in Cambridge because the sign on the door of the stationers says "Please Eschew Cell Phone Use While in the Store.")), if that is anything like the proper punctuation and even if it's not. I can spend the day gathering up what I need to take back with me to New York for two weeks before Sweet Pea and I hitch a ride with an obliging neighbor on her way to New Jersey to spend New Year with her sister, and welcome 2011 in true natal Sun in Twelfth fashion by diving into bed at ten pm with the Barbara Vine I got today with my new card from the Cambridge branch of the Boston Public Library.
30 December, 2010
18 December, 2010
Pluto opposed to Saturn Exact
Okay, so maybe it wasn't a very good idea to leave Boston for New York on the Bolt Bus at 3:00 pm on the Friday of the weekend before Christmas. We didn't hit rush hour traffic in New York but we did in New Haven, Stamford, Hartford and whatever other places you come through on that route, so the bus was an hour and five minutes late when it got to 34th and Eighth at 8:05.
No way on earth to get a cab but I gave it a go anyway walking up Eighth, finally giving in at 42nd Street and deciding to take the subway. I managed to lose my temporary old person's reduced MTA pass, so was using the official photo ID one for the first time, with no luck whatsoever when I swiped it through a turnstile. Maybe there's no $$ on it, I thought, although dimly remembering I'd put a big $10 on it with an automatic refill.
Nothing to do but buy a full price Metrocard, but being as thrifty, money-conscious or cheap, whatever you want to call it, as I am, I wanted to spend as little as possible and fumbled around for two dollar bills and a quarter to get a Single Ride card and after waiting 15 minutes for a train, got to 86th and Broadway where I could use the card to take the crosstown bus to a block and a half from my apartment.
Another long wait, but eventually the bus arrived and I got on, stuck my newly purchased Metrocard into the slot and "Already Used" shows up on the LED monitor. "But I just bought it" I say, straw sticking out of my hair, rosy cheeks shining in the wintry air. "I just bought it 20 minutes ago." "What does it say there?" says the bus driver. "Already Used," I say, going on to repeat "But I just bought it 20 minutes ago."
"What does it say on the front?" says the bus driver, and, with as much dignity as I can muster under the circumstances, I'm forced to say "I don't know. I didn't have my glasses on." "Single ride," he says. "Single ride. No transfers." Shit, I think, I don't belong in New York any more I'm so clueless, I don't belong in Cambridge sleeping in the hallway, I don't belong anywhere any more, I'm this nomadic nothing, and I turn and go back down the front steps of the bus and walk to the corner of 86th and Broadway ready to hail the next available cab.
There's a honking from the bus and the driver is beckoning me to get back on, so I climb up the steps one more time and he gestures for me to go towards the back of the bus and take a seat - my natal Saturn Neptune square kicking in and coming to my rescue, I suppose it being obvious to him that I am a clueless out-of-towner groping my way through the labyrinth of rules and regulations of the big city and taking the bus back to Pumpkin Center at the end of the week and not some conniving manipulating very street-wise New Yorker.
"Ah, that's nice of him" says a woman on my left as I walk down the aisle to find a seat. "He's giving you a chance," the meaning of which I'm still trying to figure out but who cares, nice city bus driver took pity on poor pitiful Just-Got-Off-The-Bus farm-girl and only seven-and-a-half hours after I left XXX Concord Avenue, I arrived at 1674 First Avenue to find my wireless mouse had decided to die and I had no way to read email or the Daily Mail and the only thing to do really was to go to bed.
No way on earth to get a cab but I gave it a go anyway walking up Eighth, finally giving in at 42nd Street and deciding to take the subway. I managed to lose my temporary old person's reduced MTA pass, so was using the official photo ID one for the first time, with no luck whatsoever when I swiped it through a turnstile. Maybe there's no $$ on it, I thought, although dimly remembering I'd put a big $10 on it with an automatic refill.
Nothing to do but buy a full price Metrocard, but being as thrifty, money-conscious or cheap, whatever you want to call it, as I am, I wanted to spend as little as possible and fumbled around for two dollar bills and a quarter to get a Single Ride card and after waiting 15 minutes for a train, got to 86th and Broadway where I could use the card to take the crosstown bus to a block and a half from my apartment.
Another long wait, but eventually the bus arrived and I got on, stuck my newly purchased Metrocard into the slot and "Already Used" shows up on the LED monitor. "But I just bought it" I say, straw sticking out of my hair, rosy cheeks shining in the wintry air. "I just bought it 20 minutes ago." "What does it say there?" says the bus driver. "Already Used," I say, going on to repeat "But I just bought it 20 minutes ago."
"What does it say on the front?" says the bus driver, and, with as much dignity as I can muster under the circumstances, I'm forced to say "I don't know. I didn't have my glasses on." "Single ride," he says. "Single ride. No transfers." Shit, I think, I don't belong in New York any more I'm so clueless, I don't belong in Cambridge sleeping in the hallway, I don't belong anywhere any more, I'm this nomadic nothing, and I turn and go back down the front steps of the bus and walk to the corner of 86th and Broadway ready to hail the next available cab.
There's a honking from the bus and the driver is beckoning me to get back on, so I climb up the steps one more time and he gestures for me to go towards the back of the bus and take a seat - my natal Saturn Neptune square kicking in and coming to my rescue, I suppose it being obvious to him that I am a clueless out-of-towner groping my way through the labyrinth of rules and regulations of the big city and taking the bus back to Pumpkin Center at the end of the week and not some conniving manipulating very street-wise New Yorker.
"Ah, that's nice of him" says a woman on my left as I walk down the aisle to find a seat. "He's giving you a chance," the meaning of which I'm still trying to figure out but who cares, nice city bus driver took pity on poor pitiful Just-Got-Off-The-Bus farm-girl and only seven-and-a-half hours after I left XXX Concord Avenue, I arrived at 1674 First Avenue to find my wireless mouse had decided to die and I had no way to read email or the Daily Mail and the only thing to do really was to go to bed.
16 December, 2010
Perhaps I Shall Go Back and Catch Up One Day but...
...if I don't and can at least go on from here with reasonably frequent entries, all I can say is when did you last have lunch at a place with a sign on the wall that said "Shoes On, No Yelling, and Play Nice"? And when did you last take a two-year-old to get an MMR shot and have Nursie say "All right, Mummie, sit over here with Baby in your lap and do a peeky-boo" and have to not only say "I'm not her mother, actually" but have to add "And what's a peeky-boo?"?
More will be revealed, but did you know there are cookies manufactured for nursing mothers that, if the advertising can be believed (hah!), will increase the quantity and presumably also the quality of breast milk?
Furthermore, did you know that when you get off the elevator on the fourth floor at Harvard Medical Services Pediatrics is to your right and Mental Health to your left? Total coincidence, I'm sure, but I'm just saying...
More will be revealed, but did you know there are cookies manufactured for nursing mothers that, if the advertising can be believed (hah!), will increase the quantity and presumably also the quality of breast milk?
Furthermore, did you know that when you get off the elevator on the fourth floor at Harvard Medical Services Pediatrics is to your right and Mental Health to your left? Total coincidence, I'm sure, but I'm just saying...
01 December, 2010
Sun Opposed to Uranus
This was the first and probably the last time I hit the nail on the head with a prediction - that the White Mummie would return from Kathmandu with her beautiful new daughter. Bingo!
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