So along comes the Lord of Karma to make me look at every decision I've made in my life so far and, with apologies to Dr. Phil, see how that's working out for me in terms of, with apologies to the late Patric Walker, my personal and professional life.
(Here followeth a brief description of my actions after writing that first sentence, which with the task-specific appropriate variations can be applied to any mission I currently undertake and, I feel, offers insight into the lack of accomplishment in any area of my life at the moment:
First, knowing this visit from the Cosmic Chiropractor is only the first of three, I got up from the couch and went into the computer room to get the ephemeris so I could inform my readership of the timing of the second and third visits. I came back to the couch, checked the ephemeris and saw visit two is in April of next year and visit three in August. I then spent a fruitful five minutes wondering about where I might be at those times: in Spain for my birthday in April? In Las Vegas, O Beloved Playground of the Past, before *home ownership* entered the picture? And August? In Silver, camped out in a cardboard box with the house occupied? In New York or Cambridge, God forbid, wandering around in that east coast summer laundry room from hell, face bright red, sweat running down my back if it could find a channel through whatever I'm wearing that's plastered against my skin - well, anyway, that little incursion probably took longer than five minutes to imagine and at least ten to write about.
Now we move on to noticing Goodle's spell check has underlined Patric in red, leading to opening a new file in Safari and googling the astrologer I so once loved to read. Yes, I was right, his name is spelled that way, but then of course I was compelled to read four different obituaries and then segue off into looking for him on YouTube, a wild goose chase as he died in 1995. No points for Google here, BTW, as they wanted to know if I was looking for Patrick Walker and still came up with nothing when I said yes.
The word 'astrologer,' however, led to an enjoyable viewing of as many 2011 astrological predictions for Aries as I could find, none of which bore any relevance to where my choices have led me, leading in turn to it being time for another cup of coffee, which I've just made and brought back to the couch.)
Humiliating though it is to admit, a quick reread of the above has taken me back to YouTube where I've found several videos offering astrological predictions for Aries for 2012. Sorry, Saturn, you'll have to wait. I'm busy.
