Quick, Before the World Ends

On the off-chance someone reads this in the next seven hours, here's a quick wrap-up of the past couple of weeks:

Tuesday, May 10, Mars conjunct Venus:
Took Star Child, her bottom half tastefully enclosed in a trash bag because it was raining and Amah insists we don't need a rain cover for the stroller (but wants a cup holder on the handle for her Starbucks), to the Collins Branch for sing-along and invited P and Baby T over to 326 afterwards as there was no way I was about to sit in the playground getting wet. Had Digestive biscuits and some of the dark chocolate Easter Egg I brought back from the UK. When P and Baby T left had more Digestive biscuits and more Easter Egg.

 That evening, Amah, obviously under the influence of some mind-altering transit that I didn't bother to check in case it ended, suggested we order in pizza from Friendly Corner, who make not the Cambridge Special Ten-Grain Including Wheat Berries Organic Heart-Healthy Wafer-Thin Crust with Six Imported Cheeses each from a Different European Country and Locally-Grown Fiddle-Head Ferns with No Tomato Sauce that you have to order whole but the good old New York store-front pizza shop by-the-slice if you want it that way doughy crust with way too much cheese and home-made tomato sauce kind, which had me lunging for the phone immediately before she could return to her *normal* self and we had salad again. We both had three slices.

However, today, Saturday May 21, as I'm in New York for 24 hours supposedly gathering up anything I might need for the next three months to take back to Cambridge before I leave for Silver next Friday, with Mars fast approaching a square to Pluto I had better get on with it and forget about transits of the last two weeks.

Of course, if Mr. Camping (can that POSSIBLY be his real name?) is right, there's not much point in doing anything and I may as well go out and get a six-pack and read the Daily Mail till six o'clock. It's tempting to check his natal chart and see if he is or isn't totally delusional, but Mars/Pluto is winning out. July 19, 1921, is the date, if anyone wants to do it for me, but hurry up. You might have only six hours and 57 minutes to get back to me.