No danger of me (My? Never did understand gerunds.) being bumped off of Facebook for posting too often from my blog. After spending at least an hour yesterday (Mercury sextile Jupiter) trying to link the two, looking at how-to videos, reading discussion boards and trolling through Blogger Help, I finally gave up and went back outside to continue toiling in the fields of the Lord and attempting to bring life back to my twigs, although I've surrendered even there.
Yesterday, in spite of the local boycott of Walmart because of its (another gerund?) selling fireworks when fires are raging all over New Mexico, I wandered its aisles and forked out $17 on sprays of artificial flowers, which as soon as I've finished this I'm going to artfully arrange in the two planters on the front steps. I know when I'm beaten.
I know when I'm beaten on another level, too, and painful and humbling though it is, here goes. If (!) what Dr. Phil says about you can't change what you don't acknowledge, I, the undersigned, being of reasonably sound mind and body for a 66-year-old woman on Celexa and Wellbutrin with a couple of pounds of flab around her middle, hereby admit I have not yet been capable of any kind of sustained effort involving writing prose and concede that calling this blog everyday-astrology was yet another example of my wildly optimistic Mars in Pisces natal opposition to Jupiter in Virgo, which has, until now, led me to believe I could one day make my living by what has so far proved impossible - writing . Extended exhale.
There is much more to be written (ha!) about the above, but with any luck at all admitting that I can't do it will *free* me to be able to do just that. In the meantime, as the Sun gets higher and higher in the sky and my window of opportunity of being outside gets shorter and shorter, the call of the Gobi beckons and it's time to stick my plastic flowers in the planters. Photos to follow. That I know I can do.
Pamela Rose Reeves
June 26, 2011
26 June, 2011
25 June, 2011
Still Nothing to do with Anything
Still trying to link blog with Facebook. Progressed Mercury square Jupiter?
Nothing To Do With Anything
Yeah, right. Attempting (again - thought I did this once) to link blog posts with Facebook.
17 June, 2011
Venus conjunct Uranus
So the White Amah ignored my first three emails after I got to Silver and finally responded after a couple of weeks, skyping so I got to see Star Child and say hello. After that - I can take a hint - I decided to leave making contact up to her and have heard nothing since.
Thanks to T, my replacement, yesterday I got a photo of SC blowing a kiss to me, and promptly turned on Photo Booth and sent one back. Today, with Venus conjunct Uranus, I got a voice message attachment of SC shouting Hi Pamla, and, prompted by T, then saying Miss you and Love you. I immediately started bawling my eyes out and could barely read the message about SC kissing the iPhone when she saw my picture and talking about me all the time, telling a man on the bus I'd gone to New Mexico with Sweet Pea and took the plane.
Need to go and blow my nose now, but am officially up-to-date real time.
Thanks to T, my replacement, yesterday I got a photo of SC blowing a kiss to me, and promptly turned on Photo Booth and sent one back. Today, with Venus conjunct Uranus, I got a voice message attachment of SC shouting Hi Pamla, and, prompted by T, then saying Miss you and Love you. I immediately started bawling my eyes out and could barely read the message about SC kissing the iPhone when she saw my picture and talking about me all the time, telling a man on the bus I'd gone to New Mexico with Sweet Pea and took the plane.
Need to go and blow my nose now, but am officially up-to-date real time.
Mars Trine the Midheaven
Okay, so it's been two weeks since the Incident of the Expired Driver's License and let me confess right up front the post dated May 28 was finished five minutes ago and - thanks to the title of THIS post? - I seem to be able to sit behind the keyboard and do something other than read the Daily Mail. I have today until 11:00 pm to utilize the referenced aspect and if I am very fortunate I shall:
Call the electrician whose wife I left a message with a week ago and remind him/her that the water heater needs grounding.
Five days later: Well, that was amusing. I did manage to take down the winter curtains and put up the summer ones and presumably a few other things that I have no memory of whatsoever but which must have involved physical action, but the electrician remains uncalled, as does the real estate lawyer I need to talk to about an easement for if and when I do sell this house and go and live in a shipping container up the hill, Final Draft (once again I forgot to deactivate the software online when I left New York and need to go through the whole process again with a real live person), my stepfather who I promised to call when I left the U.K. in the middle of April blah blah blah blah blah, all of which items were going to be on the list I was making that began with Call the electrician. Presumably the Mars energy took over and I could no longer sit behind the keyboard ha ha.
I can, however, four days later, remember the manifestation of Mars conjunct the Ascendant the next morning, which I suppose is something to be thankful for, she wrote dejectedly. My poor old Volvo, which had been in the shop for aeons after refusing to start in Walmart's parking lot soon after I got here, was finally ready to be picked up and with Mars in the sign of money got me 846 air miles closer to my next trip to Spain. I drove straight to Ace Hardware as GF Tom had told me they had a great native plant selection and got myself another 40 miles closer, then got home to a phone call from customer service at a shoe store which made me aware my Citibank Master Card account had been hacked and an anonymous stranger was bent on getting me across the Atlantic even sooner than I was planning.
It would be nice to think the call came because the store realized my buying a pair of Birkenstocks was definitive evidence of my finally losing my mind and wanted to alert me to commit myself immediately, but the real reason was more prosaic - they were querying a Pennsylvania ship-to from a New Mexico address. So, Bernadine Nichols, of 16 Tibbitts Avenue, Bradford, PA, 16701, thanks so much for wanting to help me go and see my sister but don't stay home too much waiting for UPS, and to Tom at PS&E Group, many thanks for your fraud-catching radar.
I am now officially up to date as of June 14, 2011. Three days to go and I get a gold star.
Call the electrician whose wife I left a message with a week ago and remind him/her that the water heater needs grounding.
Five days later: Well, that was amusing. I did manage to take down the winter curtains and put up the summer ones and presumably a few other things that I have no memory of whatsoever but which must have involved physical action, but the electrician remains uncalled, as does the real estate lawyer I need to talk to about an easement for if and when I do sell this house and go and live in a shipping container up the hill, Final Draft (once again I forgot to deactivate the software online when I left New York and need to go through the whole process again with a real live person), my stepfather who I promised to call when I left the U.K. in the middle of April blah blah blah blah blah, all of which items were going to be on the list I was making that began with Call the electrician. Presumably the Mars energy took over and I could no longer sit behind the keyboard ha ha.
I can, however, four days later, remember the manifestation of Mars conjunct the Ascendant the next morning, which I suppose is something to be thankful for, she wrote dejectedly. My poor old Volvo, which had been in the shop for aeons after refusing to start in Walmart's parking lot soon after I got here, was finally ready to be picked up and with Mars in the sign of money got me 846 air miles closer to my next trip to Spain. I drove straight to Ace Hardware as GF Tom had told me they had a great native plant selection and got myself another 40 miles closer, then got home to a phone call from customer service at a shoe store which made me aware my Citibank Master Card account had been hacked and an anonymous stranger was bent on getting me across the Atlantic even sooner than I was planning.
It would be nice to think the call came because the store realized my buying a pair of Birkenstocks was definitive evidence of my finally losing my mind and wanted to alert me to commit myself immediately, but the real reason was more prosaic - they were querying a Pennsylvania ship-to from a New Mexico address. So, Bernadine Nichols, of 16 Tibbitts Avenue, Bradford, PA, 16701, thanks so much for wanting to help me go and see my sister but don't stay home too much waiting for UPS, and to Tom at PS&E Group, many thanks for your fraud-catching radar.
I am now officially up to date as of June 14, 2011. Three days to go and I get a gold star.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)