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.
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