As always, this is a great one for getting work done, and now that I'm less than a week away from leaving, there's an awful lot of it to do, so much so that I really *shouldn't* be sitting here keyboarding away.
The Sun sextile Saturn happened on Saturday and manifested as a neighbor and I, with the help of a willing student, doing a lava rock/manure exchange, only the second we've managed this summer. I've barely done anything about landscaping this year, what with Uranus squaring Saturn and opposing Neptune and my driver's license expiring, the car breaking down, credit card being hacked and several trips to Palomas for root canals and gum surgery, and will probably do nothing before I leave, but at least there's a pile of lava rock waiting for me when I do get round to it.
Reading through the above, it's about as interesting as my describing what I had for breakfast, and it would be a better use of my time (and yours) if I went off and attempted to make the Noddy and Big Ears dress for Sirjana I've been saying I'm going to make since I got here. I do get a gold star for hemming two floor length curtains that have needed shortening to window sill height since I put them up five years ago, and am in the middle (again) of a total clear out and throw out of the house. There's a big bag of stuff for the thrift shop, a pile to go up the adobe and a pile for mailing, more commendable than it sounds as when I was playing tennis yesterday (Venus square Uranus) I fell lunging for a ball and messed up whatever muscle is in between the elbow and the shoulder on my right arm. I can move my fingers painlessly but can't raise my arm without holding on to my wrist and picking the arm up, which as I write it seems a little alarming.
However, with Mars square Sun today (and of course, yesterday - perhaps falling wasn't Venus square Uranus, or even more likely, it was a combination) I am on a roll, emptying out drawers, going through file cabinets, making phone calls and trying to plan everything I need to do in the coming week. One thing I'm determined to finish (Finish? I haven't even started) is the Noddy and Big Ears dress, so I'm going to lift my right arm up onto the desk so I can click Publish Post and take myself off to the sewing machine.
30 August, 2011
25 August, 2011
Venus sextile Saturn
So how long has it been since Elizabeth came by, left me the dripworks catalog and told me I could do it myself? No matter: with today's aspect I was able to sit in my desk chair for a whole hour and begin to look at the catalog and watch How-To videos on the website.
Before that I started to go through papers to begin to sort out the piles on my desk I made when I was clearing up for last week's Hot Dog and Bratwurst Barbecue. I would appear to have lost my Bank of America checkbook, so have had to transfer money to Citibank and write checks from the New York account for Silver City invoices, praying the checks won't get deposited till the money is there. Then once I started going through files and folders I brought from Cambridge I found an extra book of BofA checks which I could have used if I'd known I brought them without doing the transfer, which made me determined to go through every single drawer and file folder in this room so I know exactly what's here.
In the first five minutes I found two Christmas cards from friends I'm no longer in touch with from 2002, two 1950's booklets of knitted baby clothes patterns, six sheets of good construction paper, three sets of alphabet stencils, a Red Cross symbol from World War I, a dining room menu from the Pacific Steamship Company from 1924 and a photograph of Anna Pavlova and Mikail Mordkin of the Imperial Russian Ballet, probably also from the 1920s.
Still unable to part with any of these treasures, I put them back in one of the pockets of the plastic concertina folder I found them in and then took myself off to knitting for an hour before coming back and opening the dripworks catalog. I got as far as going outside and pacing around to see how much emitter tubing (!) I'd need before realizing I needed to draw out a plot of the whole *garden* area to do it properly.
At this point I remembered there was a new moon in Virgo coming on Sunday, ruled by a direct Mercury, decided that was a good enough reason to procrastinate a bit longer and stuck the winter coat I bought at a yard sale two weeks ago for 33 cents (clothes were a dollar a bag and I got three things) in the laundry. September sixth and I'll be back in Cambridge.
Before that I started to go through papers to begin to sort out the piles on my desk I made when I was clearing up for last week's Hot Dog and Bratwurst Barbecue. I would appear to have lost my Bank of America checkbook, so have had to transfer money to Citibank and write checks from the New York account for Silver City invoices, praying the checks won't get deposited till the money is there. Then once I started going through files and folders I brought from Cambridge I found an extra book of BofA checks which I could have used if I'd known I brought them without doing the transfer, which made me determined to go through every single drawer and file folder in this room so I know exactly what's here.
In the first five minutes I found two Christmas cards from friends I'm no longer in touch with from 2002, two 1950's booklets of knitted baby clothes patterns, six sheets of good construction paper, three sets of alphabet stencils, a Red Cross symbol from World War I, a dining room menu from the Pacific Steamship Company from 1924 and a photograph of Anna Pavlova and Mikail Mordkin of the Imperial Russian Ballet, probably also from the 1920s.
Still unable to part with any of these treasures, I put them back in one of the pockets of the plastic concertina folder I found them in and then took myself off to knitting for an hour before coming back and opening the dripworks catalog. I got as far as going outside and pacing around to see how much emitter tubing (!) I'd need before realizing I needed to draw out a plot of the whole *garden* area to do it properly.
At this point I remembered there was a new moon in Virgo coming on Sunday, ruled by a direct Mercury, decided that was a good enough reason to procrastinate a bit longer and stuck the winter coat I bought at a yard sale two weeks ago for 33 cents (clothes were a dollar a bag and I got three things) in the laundry. September sixth and I'll be back in Cambridge.
22 August, 2011
Mars Conjunct Natal North Node in Cancer in Three
So this perfects tomorrow at noon, and two days ago, Sunday, just happened to be the night I chose earlier in the summer to invite the neighbors over for the Third Annual Little Walnut Hot Dog and Bratwurst Barbecue, with 20 people whooping it up at #14 into the wee hours (well, 9:30) and Sweet Pea cowering somewhere behind one of the outbuildings waiting for everyone to go home. (Super special thanks to Tom for doing the sausage turning and for buying me the new barbecue grill that I didn't really need that he managed to sell to someone else by the end of the whooping it up. And any day now I'll post the image of the gash in my leg, as promised, just for him.)
Yesterday, Sunday, Tennis Partner and I played two sets and then came back here for UpWords as the piano I agreed to babysit six weeks ago was finally due to arrive. It did, in a U-Haul with two men, accompanied by its owner in her car, and after much discussion about gravel driveways and patio steps and calling in reinforcements, the operation was aborted an hour later and the U-Haul left with the piano still in the back, to go to its owner's storage unit. (The deal was not made on a retrograde Mercury.)
Today, with Mars less than a degree away from the North Node conjunction, a couple - friends of one of the neighbors from Saturday night - stopped by to talk about the possibility of their staying in the house for September, thank you God thank you Jesus, and as soon as they had gone, a friend whose sister once lived in this house stopped by to hand on to me from her the original Abstract of Title documents (dating back to 1897) regarding the tract of land on which this house sits, and as far as I'm concerned that's about as close to Mars to the North Node in Cancer as you can get. The visit from the agent from Smith Property Management an hour later to see if the house fit their requirements for listing was a bit of an anti-climax.
I spent the rest of the day in the house going through closets, folding clothes and fabrics, sorting, starting piles for the thrift shop and putting aside all the clothes I brought out with me from Cambridge and never wore in a pile to take back with me. Perhaps tomorrow Mars in Cancer will get me to open the Dripworks catalog Elizabeth left me and start to figure out what I need for the irrigation system. And perhaps not.
Yesterday, Sunday, Tennis Partner and I played two sets and then came back here for UpWords as the piano I agreed to babysit six weeks ago was finally due to arrive. It did, in a U-Haul with two men, accompanied by its owner in her car, and after much discussion about gravel driveways and patio steps and calling in reinforcements, the operation was aborted an hour later and the U-Haul left with the piano still in the back, to go to its owner's storage unit. (The deal was not made on a retrograde Mercury.)
Today, with Mars less than a degree away from the North Node conjunction, a couple - friends of one of the neighbors from Saturday night - stopped by to talk about the possibility of their staying in the house for September, thank you God thank you Jesus, and as soon as they had gone, a friend whose sister once lived in this house stopped by to hand on to me from her the original Abstract of Title documents (dating back to 1897) regarding the tract of land on which this house sits, and as far as I'm concerned that's about as close to Mars to the North Node in Cancer as you can get. The visit from the agent from Smith Property Management an hour later to see if the house fit their requirements for listing was a bit of an anti-climax.
I spent the rest of the day in the house going through closets, folding clothes and fabrics, sorting, starting piles for the thrift shop and putting aside all the clothes I brought out with me from Cambridge and never wore in a pile to take back with me. Perhaps tomorrow Mars in Cancer will get me to open the Dripworks catalog Elizabeth left me and start to figure out what I need for the irrigation system. And perhaps not.
11 August, 2011
Mars conjunct Saturn & Square Neptune
So I tried to be extra-careful on Tuesday with everything I did and only knocked one of the petunia baskets off the front porch (with a three foot drop to the ground) when I was dragging the hose around watering. And there were only a couple of inches of iced tea left in B's glass that I knocked over when I was helping her stage her house for a showing in the afternoon, plus she was using a plastic tablecloth and the photographs were in a manila envelope and only a few got really soaked, so everything was all right really.
At six I had a consultation planned with someone coming over to give me a quote for putting in a drip system for the plants, as getting them watered is a constant source of aggravation for me when I'm not here (and some people would say when I am, but to *garden* here is a labor of love and the payoff is worth the effort, except of course when I knock the petunias off the front porch).
Consultant took one look and said up front the work involved was far more than she wanted to do, but said she was confident I could do it myself (!), went over the dripworks catalog with me, drew diagrams, told me exactly what I would need and invited me to stop by and see the system she's set up for herself. Go Elizabeth!
That was Mars (action) square Neptune (water), perfecting at 5:00 am on Wednesday, and at 9:56 am on Thursday, as Mars moved on to conjunct natal Saturn (iron), I was outside again dragging the hose around all the different levels of gardens and beds trying valiantly to keep it all alive. I managed to forget the piece of rusty rebar holding some erosion control logs in place and as I stepped over it - actually as I DIDN'T step over it - I put a three inch long gash in my leg as the rebar scraped several layers of skin away. I did exactly the same thing on exactly the same piece of rebar two years ago, and no, I am not going to look to see if Mars was in exactly the same position.
Last time I ignored the gash completely and it eventually became infected. This time I went inside, washed it carefully, put Neosporin all over it, put on gauze pads to protect it and stayed inside for the rest of the day. Is this the way we're supposed to do it, just do it a little bit better every time? This morning, polishing my halo, I put a piece of brass pipe with a solid end over the sticking-up piece of rebar, so next time I bang into it I should just get a nasty crack. And who knows, when I do it again in 2013, I might even pull the piece of rebar right out of the ground. It's not as though, with the pitiful monsoon season we're having, there's any real need for erosion control.
At six I had a consultation planned with someone coming over to give me a quote for putting in a drip system for the plants, as getting them watered is a constant source of aggravation for me when I'm not here (and some people would say when I am, but to *garden* here is a labor of love and the payoff is worth the effort, except of course when I knock the petunias off the front porch).
Consultant took one look and said up front the work involved was far more than she wanted to do, but said she was confident I could do it myself (!), went over the dripworks catalog with me, drew diagrams, told me exactly what I would need and invited me to stop by and see the system she's set up for herself. Go Elizabeth!
That was Mars (action) square Neptune (water), perfecting at 5:00 am on Wednesday, and at 9:56 am on Thursday, as Mars moved on to conjunct natal Saturn (iron), I was outside again dragging the hose around all the different levels of gardens and beds trying valiantly to keep it all alive. I managed to forget the piece of rusty rebar holding some erosion control logs in place and as I stepped over it - actually as I DIDN'T step over it - I put a three inch long gash in my leg as the rebar scraped several layers of skin away. I did exactly the same thing on exactly the same piece of rebar two years ago, and no, I am not going to look to see if Mars was in exactly the same position.
Last time I ignored the gash completely and it eventually became infected. This time I went inside, washed it carefully, put Neosporin all over it, put on gauze pads to protect it and stayed inside for the rest of the day. Is this the way we're supposed to do it, just do it a little bit better every time? This morning, polishing my halo, I put a piece of brass pipe with a solid end over the sticking-up piece of rebar, so next time I bang into it I should just get a nasty crack. And who knows, when I do it again in 2013, I might even pull the piece of rebar right out of the ground. It's not as though, with the pitiful monsoon season we're having, there's any real need for erosion control.
10 August, 2011
Mercury in Retrograde
So on October 9th last year John and I each booked a flight to London for April 6th, 2011, using Air Miles - 20,000 for each of us, with me *gifting* him (for only $150) 10,000 of mine as he didn't have enough. As it turned out, he wasn't able to make the trip blah blah blah, and, as both of us had dropped the ball when it came to booking a return flight, I ended up paying for a ticket and going by myself. That left me with the choice, I discovered later, of paying $150 to put the unused miles back into my account or, within a year, making the same trip as originally scheduled - New York to Heathrow.
Miss Thrifty here, unwilling to pay $150 to put the miles back, decided it made more sense to use the original ticket, go to the UK for the second time this year even though this time there was no real reason to go, go on to Spain to visit my sister and fly back from Madrid to the U.S., rather than shell out $150. (This took no regard whatsoever of the fact that I could have paid the $150, put the 20,000 miles back in my account, used 12,5000 of them to get back to Boston when I needed to for *nothing* and still have 7,500 miles to use.)
Complicated? Piece o'cake. The first reservation I made, the day before Mercury went retrograde, with me leaving Boston near the end of September and returning the 9th of October (from Madrid, via Miami) was okayed by my sister but Ahma suggested an earlier trip, if possible, would be better to make sure Star Child's summer babysitter was still available in my absence, as said babysitter would be looking for a full-time *real* job before too long.
Okay. The day Mercury went retrograde I was back on the American Airlines Redeem Rewards site and the best I could come up with for *free* was leaving New York on September 9th, going to Raleigh/Durham, wherever that is, and then on to Heathrow, arriving at 10:45 pm, and then leaving Madrid at 11:00 am on the 19th, flying to Miami (again) with a three-hour layover before boarding a flight to Boston. Now in the mix was my having already made a (paying) reservation out of El Paso for the day after Labor Day, arriving in Boston late that night, Tuesday September 6th, meaning I would spend the whole of Wednesday in Cambridge re-acquainting myself with Star Child and she with me before taking off for New York on Thursday to spend the night in my apartment before getting to La Guardia at 6:30 am on Friday to fly to Raleigh/Durham and then on to Heathrow. Totally ridiculous, but I'd be damned if I was going to spend that $150.
This time the reservation was approved by all involved, and I had until midnight Sunday 8/7 to confirm it. I'd already been told by AA customer Service I'd need to call it/them before I could book the ticket, as I was no longer traveling off-peak and each leg of the new trip required 30,000 miles instead of the 20,000 of the original booking, miles I no longer had as I'd gifted 10,000 of them to John in October of last year.
Looking at the AAdvantage website at 9:00 pm Sunday, I discovered customer service closed at 5:00 pm, so called the regular old American Airlines reservation number, holding for 18 minutes before the call was answered. I went through my spiel about re-using a reservation made last year and was then promptly transferred to the AAdvantage customer service line and sat on hold for five minutes before the call was answered. Once again I went through my spiel and was transferred to the AAdvantage International help line.
One more time through my spiel about re-using a reservation made last year and could you please put the 20,000 miles back into my account so I can book this ticket and I was then told that as my new reservation left from La Guardia instead of from JKF, as the original made on October 9th, 2010, did, I would STILL need to pay the $150 fee for changing the airport of departure. But, but I couldn't get a flight out of JFK on the date I needed to leave to use the ticket, I splutter. Sorry, says Ms. Implacable AAdvantage, I have to charge the $150 fee for change of airports.
But, but, but, I continue to splutter, I'm only making this trip so I don't have to pay the $150 to put the miles back in my account. I understand, says Ms. Implacable, but I do need to charge the $150 fee for change of departure airports...
We go backwards and forwards like this for ten minutes or so, as I ask her to FIND me a flight out of JFK that will fit the AAdvantage Program's requirements which of course she can't do, and, inevitably, I say f*ck the whole thing, charge me the $150, put the f*cking miles back into my account and I'll go and see my sister whenever I want to.
I'm now wondering when, if and why I shall have to cancel the reservation I've made to get me and Sweet Pea back to Logan on September 9th. See label.
Miss Thrifty here, unwilling to pay $150 to put the miles back, decided it made more sense to use the original ticket, go to the UK for the second time this year even though this time there was no real reason to go, go on to Spain to visit my sister and fly back from Madrid to the U.S., rather than shell out $150. (This took no regard whatsoever of the fact that I could have paid the $150, put the 20,000 miles back in my account, used 12,5000 of them to get back to Boston when I needed to for *nothing* and still have 7,500 miles to use.)
Complicated? Piece o'cake. The first reservation I made, the day before Mercury went retrograde, with me leaving Boston near the end of September and returning the 9th of October (from Madrid, via Miami) was okayed by my sister but Ahma suggested an earlier trip, if possible, would be better to make sure Star Child's summer babysitter was still available in my absence, as said babysitter would be looking for a full-time *real* job before too long.
Okay. The day Mercury went retrograde I was back on the American Airlines Redeem Rewards site and the best I could come up with for *free* was leaving New York on September 9th, going to Raleigh/Durham, wherever that is, and then on to Heathrow, arriving at 10:45 pm, and then leaving Madrid at 11:00 am on the 19th, flying to Miami (again) with a three-hour layover before boarding a flight to Boston. Now in the mix was my having already made a (paying) reservation out of El Paso for the day after Labor Day, arriving in Boston late that night, Tuesday September 6th, meaning I would spend the whole of Wednesday in Cambridge re-acquainting myself with Star Child and she with me before taking off for New York on Thursday to spend the night in my apartment before getting to La Guardia at 6:30 am on Friday to fly to Raleigh/Durham and then on to Heathrow. Totally ridiculous, but I'd be damned if I was going to spend that $150.
This time the reservation was approved by all involved, and I had until midnight Sunday 8/7 to confirm it. I'd already been told by AA customer Service I'd need to call it/them before I could book the ticket, as I was no longer traveling off-peak and each leg of the new trip required 30,000 miles instead of the 20,000 of the original booking, miles I no longer had as I'd gifted 10,000 of them to John in October of last year.
Looking at the AAdvantage website at 9:00 pm Sunday, I discovered customer service closed at 5:00 pm, so called the regular old American Airlines reservation number, holding for 18 minutes before the call was answered. I went through my spiel about re-using a reservation made last year and was then promptly transferred to the AAdvantage customer service line and sat on hold for five minutes before the call was answered. Once again I went through my spiel and was transferred to the AAdvantage International help line.
One more time through my spiel about re-using a reservation made last year and could you please put the 20,000 miles back into my account so I can book this ticket and I was then told that as my new reservation left from La Guardia instead of from JKF, as the original made on October 9th, 2010, did, I would STILL need to pay the $150 fee for changing the airport of departure. But, but I couldn't get a flight out of JFK on the date I needed to leave to use the ticket, I splutter. Sorry, says Ms. Implacable AAdvantage, I have to charge the $150 fee for change of airports.
But, but, but, I continue to splutter, I'm only making this trip so I don't have to pay the $150 to put the miles back in my account. I understand, says Ms. Implacable, but I do need to charge the $150 fee for change of departure airports...
We go backwards and forwards like this for ten minutes or so, as I ask her to FIND me a flight out of JFK that will fit the AAdvantage Program's requirements which of course she can't do, and, inevitably, I say f*ck the whole thing, charge me the $150, put the f*cking miles back into my account and I'll go and see my sister whenever I want to.
I'm now wondering when, if and why I shall have to cancel the reservation I've made to get me and Sweet Pea back to Logan on September 9th. See label.
07 August, 2011
Venus sextile Uranus
I always like this one, especially when it's coming from Venus in Leo in the fourth instead of Venus in Aries in the twelfth, not that I have anything at all to back that up with because when I look back to April 29/30 when the aspect last happened, I have nothing written in my date book at all - no aspects written down and no notes about events of the day. Presumably I was still in recovery from the trip to England and Spain and not interested or organized enough to be checking aspects and writing things down. Should I go back and rewrite that first sentence to make it more truthful? No.
Ignoring the note in my date book to pay the car insurance, I took myself off to Ace Hardware as I'd just received my $5 reward card from them for spending $100. I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't buy any more plants this year, as it's simply too discouraging (and expensive) to buy plants and get them growing in the ground and then go off to New York for the winter and come back to frozen dried-out twigs, which is what usually happens as no house-sitter or tenant can be expected to put the time into watering that I do.
Immediate revision to paragraph above: I'd sworn to myself I would buy only annuals and native plants this year, see last clause of sentence above. I did buy portalucas and vincas soon after getting here, as they're irresistible - cheap, colorful and they last all summer - and I also bought some desert marigolds, artemisia, globe mallows and lavender, mostly native plants and others that do well here. Armed with my five dollar rewards card I took myself off to Ace and bought two Russian sage, another artemisia, a Japanese hollyhock and a clematis, all expensive plants by my standards but all of which I know will do well. Supposedly when you buy five or more plants at Ace there's a ten percent discount, which as it happened did NOT get applied to my invoice so I had to go back in the store and wait while someone voided all the plants, rang them in again and then took the correct discount. It's happened before and I'm on medication.
The aspect really kicked in when I got home to find a totally unexpected message on the machine from J, someone who was very kind to me when I was so terrible at tennis no one wanted to play with me (!), inviting me to dinner with her and her husband that night. Whenever I've seen them socially before it's been in a crowd of people, and much as I like them both there's never been time to really talk and discover how much we really do all like each other. Friday night there was. As I said about the Venus sextile Uranus aspect at the beginning, I always like that one.
Ignoring the note in my date book to pay the car insurance, I took myself off to Ace Hardware as I'd just received my $5 reward card from them for spending $100. I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't buy any more plants this year, as it's simply too discouraging (and expensive) to buy plants and get them growing in the ground and then go off to New York for the winter and come back to frozen dried-out twigs, which is what usually happens as no house-sitter or tenant can be expected to put the time into watering that I do.
Immediate revision to paragraph above: I'd sworn to myself I would buy only annuals and native plants this year, see last clause of sentence above. I did buy portalucas and vincas soon after getting here, as they're irresistible - cheap, colorful and they last all summer - and I also bought some desert marigolds, artemisia, globe mallows and lavender, mostly native plants and others that do well here. Armed with my five dollar rewards card I took myself off to Ace and bought two Russian sage, another artemisia, a Japanese hollyhock and a clematis, all expensive plants by my standards but all of which I know will do well. Supposedly when you buy five or more plants at Ace there's a ten percent discount, which as it happened did NOT get applied to my invoice so I had to go back in the store and wait while someone voided all the plants, rang them in again and then took the correct discount. It's happened before and I'm on medication.
The aspect really kicked in when I got home to find a totally unexpected message on the machine from J, someone who was very kind to me when I was so terrible at tennis no one wanted to play with me (!), inviting me to dinner with her and her husband that night. Whenever I've seen them socially before it's been in a crowd of people, and much as I like them both there's never been time to really talk and discover how much we really do all like each other. Friday night there was. As I said about the Venus sextile Uranus aspect at the beginning, I always like that one.
05 August, 2011
Sun sextile Uranus, Mars sextile Venus
So forget about all this torturing yourself over not being able to write, Pamela sternly told herself. Just prove yourself wrong by posting two days in a row and getting back to what this blog was supposed to be about in the first place, experiencing astrology in everyday life. All you have to do is pretend you're tied down to the desk chair and can move nothing but your fingers until you've hit the Publish Post button, she continued to berate herself....
Only joking. What I'm really pretending is that Saturday's new moon on Pluto has given me a little bit of focus and determination, character traits sorely lacking in my present mode of life, and with Mars and Uranus showing up in the same day you could expect a bit of physical action
Two Days Later:
Note the lack of a period at the end of the above paragraph, graphically illustrating my lack of focus and determination and also the limits of my supposedly vivid imagination. Clearly, pretending I'm tied to this desk chair and can move nothing but my fingers doesn't work, and I need to give the economy the kick-start it needs by offering a daily hours' worth of work to anyone willing to come to the house, tie me to the desk chair and release me sixty minutes later. Hour flexible, and to be gradually expanded to tying me to the sewing machine, vacuum cleaner, outside wood protector, weed cloth, lava rock, etc. Many unpaid breaks, as no tying aide needed when employer is attached to a tennis racket or Upwords tile holder.
And now back to physical action on Tuesday: tennis, Upwords at Javalina, Walmart and then to B's house to get her started on clearing out her house for a showing in two weeks time - an aspect of Jupiter and Chiron in Virgo that I love fulfilling, and how better to fulfill it than with an aspect of creative change like Sun sextile Uranus, Pamela asks herself? In two hours B & I worked out a plan of action with a goal of uncluttered surfaces and all items not thrown out to be packed into labelled boxes in the closets, and ended up with ten times as many soft furnishings stowed onto a high shelf as before and a large pile of discarded stuff by the back door for removal.
As for the Mars sextile Venus supposedly arousing my sexual drives and making me seek a physical relationship with another person, one out of two ain't bad, and B and I definitely had a great time with her rolling up quilts and bedspreads and handing them up to me on the top of the ladder. In my book, throwing things out (Pluto in the fourth) tops the list of gratifying artistic activities, and as this blog is readily available to young children there is no need to go into anything nasty and disgusting like sexual repression.
Only joking. What I'm really pretending is that Saturday's new moon on Pluto has given me a little bit of focus and determination, character traits sorely lacking in my present mode of life, and with Mars and Uranus showing up in the same day you could expect a bit of physical action
Two Days Later:
Note the lack of a period at the end of the above paragraph, graphically illustrating my lack of focus and determination and also the limits of my supposedly vivid imagination. Clearly, pretending I'm tied to this desk chair and can move nothing but my fingers doesn't work, and I need to give the economy the kick-start it needs by offering a daily hours' worth of work to anyone willing to come to the house, tie me to the desk chair and release me sixty minutes later. Hour flexible, and to be gradually expanded to tying me to the sewing machine, vacuum cleaner, outside wood protector, weed cloth, lava rock, etc. Many unpaid breaks, as no tying aide needed when employer is attached to a tennis racket or Upwords tile holder.
And now back to physical action on Tuesday: tennis, Upwords at Javalina, Walmart and then to B's house to get her started on clearing out her house for a showing in two weeks time - an aspect of Jupiter and Chiron in Virgo that I love fulfilling, and how better to fulfill it than with an aspect of creative change like Sun sextile Uranus, Pamela asks herself? In two hours B & I worked out a plan of action with a goal of uncluttered surfaces and all items not thrown out to be packed into labelled boxes in the closets, and ended up with ten times as many soft furnishings stowed onto a high shelf as before and a large pile of discarded stuff by the back door for removal.
As for the Mars sextile Venus supposedly arousing my sexual drives and making me seek a physical relationship with another person, one out of two ain't bad, and B and I definitely had a great time with her rolling up quilts and bedspreads and handing them up to me on the top of the ladder. In my book, throwing things out (Pluto in the fourth) tops the list of gratifying artistic activities, and as this blog is readily available to young children there is no need to go into anything nasty and disgusting like sexual repression.
02 August, 2011
Mars square Chiron
So because of my obsessive self-editing I wasn't outside gardening determined not to answer the phone in case I got into an argument when this perfected at 10:00 am but still at the computer changing me and my toothache and my toothache and I backwards and forwards half a dozen more times before I made the post, which led to a bit of an aha! moment, me being so consciously aware at all times and all.
Could it be, Pamela thought, sitting up in bed with her laptop on her knees taking a break from cutting, pasting and exchanging me and my toothache with my toothache and I, could it be, Pamela wondered, that her Mercury-ruled Chiron in Virgo in six in her natal chart symbolizes her difficulties (oops, sorry, bad word - challenges) with the act of writing itself and not her ability to proofread and copy-edit that she has always thought was the bane of her existence because, with Neptune also in the sixth in Libra, she has always pined after the *ideal* job and under no circumstances, for a person with three planets in Aries, albeit intercepted in the twelfth, is proofreading an ideal job. Unless of course they do it at night ha ha, preferably in a hospital, library or prison, which, thank God, Pamela has never done.
What Pamela didn't think then, as she was so blown away by what she thought was a new understanding of herself and therefore the solution to all her problems, was that she was, at the moment the aspect perfected, copy-editing away even then (if replacing me and my toothache with my toothache and I and then reversing the placement ten times in a row can be considered copy-editing) so she was back to square one - Chiron in her chart DOES represent the Virgo pickiness and attention to detail that makes her such a good proofreader and copy-editor that she wishes she wasn't because she'd like to be an interior designer or an art director or a scenic designer or a fireman or an astronaut, but then of course Mars in Gemini is going to set off two things at once anyway, so who the hell knows?
So okay. Pamela no longer wishes she were anything of those things, although God knows she tortured herself long enough wishing she were. She's quite happy to play tennis at seven am and then go to a coffee shop with her tennis partner and play one or two games of Upwords and then go grocery shopping if she needs to and then go home and check email and read The Daily Mail and water the garden so that before she knows it it's time to get Sweet Pea in and watch the DVRed Doctor Phil and a couple of episodes of Law and Order Criminal Intent and go to bed. Who wouldn't be happy with that?
And now, having completely lost track of what this post might have been about in the first place, Pamela is going to pour the rest of her drink down the drain, watch today's Dr. Phil and retire for the evening. Tomorrow night Pamela will be watching the DVRed last episode of Finding Sarah with her friend and neighbor A, and hopes she will be given valuable insight into the psychological process necessary for finding oneself and forging bravely ahead into the wild blue yonder without choking on the guacamole and, as poor Sarah did, murdering herself.
Could it be, Pamela thought, sitting up in bed with her laptop on her knees taking a break from cutting, pasting and exchanging me and my toothache with my toothache and I, could it be, Pamela wondered, that her Mercury-ruled Chiron in Virgo in six in her natal chart symbolizes her difficulties (oops, sorry, bad word - challenges) with the act of writing itself and not her ability to proofread and copy-edit that she has always thought was the bane of her existence because, with Neptune also in the sixth in Libra, she has always pined after the *ideal* job and under no circumstances, for a person with three planets in Aries, albeit intercepted in the twelfth, is proofreading an ideal job. Unless of course they do it at night ha ha, preferably in a hospital, library or prison, which, thank God, Pamela has never done.
What Pamela didn't think then, as she was so blown away by what she thought was a new understanding of herself and therefore the solution to all her problems, was that she was, at the moment the aspect perfected, copy-editing away even then (if replacing me and my toothache with my toothache and I and then reversing the placement ten times in a row can be considered copy-editing) so she was back to square one - Chiron in her chart DOES represent the Virgo pickiness and attention to detail that makes her such a good proofreader and copy-editor that she wishes she wasn't because she'd like to be an interior designer or an art director or a scenic designer or a fireman or an astronaut, but then of course Mars in Gemini is going to set off two things at once anyway, so who the hell knows?
So okay. Pamela no longer wishes she were anything of those things, although God knows she tortured herself long enough wishing she were. She's quite happy to play tennis at seven am and then go to a coffee shop with her tennis partner and play one or two games of Upwords and then go grocery shopping if she needs to and then go home and check email and read The Daily Mail and water the garden so that before she knows it it's time to get Sweet Pea in and watch the DVRed Doctor Phil and a couple of episodes of Law and Order Criminal Intent and go to bed. Who wouldn't be happy with that?
And now, having completely lost track of what this post might have been about in the first place, Pamela is going to pour the rest of her drink down the drain, watch today's Dr. Phil and retire for the evening. Tomorrow night Pamela will be watching the DVRed last episode of Finding Sarah with her friend and neighbor A, and hopes she will be given valuable insight into the psychological process necessary for finding oneself and forging bravely ahead into the wild blue yonder without choking on the guacamole and, as poor Sarah did, murdering herself.
01 August, 2011
New Moon on Pluto
Well if this one doesn't get me to write something I may as well give up and start breeding Norwegian Forest Cats, take cooking classes and begin quilting - not that there's anything wrong with that -
- which is exactly as far as I got before the second real monsoon rain of the summer began and the power went out. Did I rush to the computer as soon as the lights came on again and finish the post I'd just started? Of course not, as by then I was stretched out on the bed happily READING A BOOK by flashlight, something that hasn't happened for weeks (reading a book, that is, not reading a book by flashlight). (To give myself some credit, I did go to the computer and submit That Is What I Did to a ten-minute play contest somewhere in the U.S., which for Pamela is tantamount to Fergie dragging her sled across the Arctic wastes for 26 miles with only her personal trainer and a camera crew for company.)
Reading a book - what a concept! I remember that, but it seems to take no computer, no TV and no power to work the sewing machine (as though there was the slightest chance that that was going to happen, except that earlier in the day B and I had pledged to have a sewing day together, which takes me right back to the new moon on Pluto that happened on Saturday that I am doing my best to persuade myself is going to shake me out of my torpor and begin to DO SOMETHING, pardon my shouting) for me to do it now, a transformation I would actually like to reverse.
Anyway, my reclaiming my power (as I'm choosing to interpret this new moon) got off to a good start as on Saturday evening the great Lava Rock/Manure exchange with a neighbor/friend happened, something we've been talking about ever since me and my aching tooth arrived in Silver at the end of May.
(Department of TMI: In the past minute I have changed me and my aching tooth to my aching tooth and I backwards and forwards three times before deciding on the grammatically incorrect version on the grounds I like the way it sounds better. Thinks - could this compulsive self-editing be why I find it so difficult to complete a piece of prose? Hmmmm - and a *piece* of prose? Hmmmm again.)
But, ruminations on my writing style (!) aside, the lava rock/manure exchange took place and on Sunday - yesterday - I played tennis, played UpWords, played Perquackey, pulled out all the fabric I've been accumulating over the years that I vowed to throw out this year if I didn't do anything with it, gave a lot of it away to upcoming sewing session partner and also, new moon on Pluto in the fourth, emptied and gave to sewing partner a travel chest I inherited from John that was full of stuff I *should* have taken to a thrift shop and was taking up far too much place on the closet floor.
I then proceeded to link my new credit card to both bank accounts and perhaps finally sort out the wreckage from my card hacking back in June which had culminated (I hope) in it taking me 75 minutes to pay my bill on Friday, balanced both check books, paid bills, wrote down all my new passwords and in general made yet another attempt to organize myself, and then began to make a post to this which takes me handily right back to the beginning of this, er, piece of prose.
So there you have it. With any luck I'll be able to call American Airlines this morning and sort out my upcoming trip to England, where I have to go if I want to use the 20,000 miles it will otherwise cost me $150 to put back in my mileage account, and if the gods are really smiling the electrician I managed to track down last week will call me and come and ground the water heater so I can then call the plumber and find out what the damage to the copper pipes is because of it not being grounded.
And now, with Mars square Chiron perfecting in an hour's time, I intend to go outside, not answer the phone, plant the rest of the plumbago I've been given and transform my denuded flower beds. So there.
- which is exactly as far as I got before the second real monsoon rain of the summer began and the power went out. Did I rush to the computer as soon as the lights came on again and finish the post I'd just started? Of course not, as by then I was stretched out on the bed happily READING A BOOK by flashlight, something that hasn't happened for weeks (reading a book, that is, not reading a book by flashlight). (To give myself some credit, I did go to the computer and submit That Is What I Did to a ten-minute play contest somewhere in the U.S., which for Pamela is tantamount to Fergie dragging her sled across the Arctic wastes for 26 miles with only her personal trainer and a camera crew for company.)
Reading a book - what a concept! I remember that, but it seems to take no computer, no TV and no power to work the sewing machine (as though there was the slightest chance that that was going to happen, except that earlier in the day B and I had pledged to have a sewing day together, which takes me right back to the new moon on Pluto that happened on Saturday that I am doing my best to persuade myself is going to shake me out of my torpor and begin to DO SOMETHING, pardon my shouting) for me to do it now, a transformation I would actually like to reverse.
Anyway, my reclaiming my power (as I'm choosing to interpret this new moon) got off to a good start as on Saturday evening the great Lava Rock/Manure exchange with a neighbor/friend happened, something we've been talking about ever since me and my aching tooth arrived in Silver at the end of May.
(Department of TMI: In the past minute I have changed me and my aching tooth to my aching tooth and I backwards and forwards three times before deciding on the grammatically incorrect version on the grounds I like the way it sounds better. Thinks - could this compulsive self-editing be why I find it so difficult to complete a piece of prose? Hmmmm - and a *piece* of prose? Hmmmm again.)
But, ruminations on my writing style (!) aside, the lava rock/manure exchange took place and on Sunday - yesterday - I played tennis, played UpWords, played Perquackey, pulled out all the fabric I've been accumulating over the years that I vowed to throw out this year if I didn't do anything with it, gave a lot of it away to upcoming sewing session partner and also, new moon on Pluto in the fourth, emptied and gave to sewing partner a travel chest I inherited from John that was full of stuff I *should* have taken to a thrift shop and was taking up far too much place on the closet floor.
I then proceeded to link my new credit card to both bank accounts and perhaps finally sort out the wreckage from my card hacking back in June which had culminated (I hope) in it taking me 75 minutes to pay my bill on Friday, balanced both check books, paid bills, wrote down all my new passwords and in general made yet another attempt to organize myself, and then began to make a post to this which takes me handily right back to the beginning of this, er, piece of prose.
So there you have it. With any luck I'll be able to call American Airlines this morning and sort out my upcoming trip to England, where I have to go if I want to use the 20,000 miles it will otherwise cost me $150 to put back in my mileage account, and if the gods are really smiling the electrician I managed to track down last week will call me and come and ground the water heater so I can then call the plumber and find out what the damage to the copper pipes is because of it not being grounded.
And now, with Mars square Chiron perfecting in an hour's time, I intend to go outside, not answer the phone, plant the rest of the plumbago I've been given and transform my denuded flower beds. So there.
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