No arguments with women for me yesterday - just a lot of leaping around the tennis court with D after ten days off in the land of no WiFi, otherwise known as Morongo Valley in the Mohave Desert.
Sure, there was a lot of "Oh you creep" when she sent a ball off to the other side of the court as I stood rooted to the spot and turned my head to look at it, but that's what always happens when we play - I say it ten times in a game and she says it once when I manage a shot that reminds me that I used to be quite good fifty years ago.
Other than that I was happily back at #14 unpacking my thrift shop treasures and rearranging the furniture to accommodate my two new hassocks - aha! Mercury (thinking) square Moon (house), or is that pushing it?
30 November, 2012
25 November, 2012
Uranus Opposed to Neptune
I am definitely being exposed to different levels of existence as I am staying in the only house in North America with no WiFi, meaning my beautiful MacBook Air is useless as it has no ethernet port and I am forced to use a truly ancient PowerBook that once belonged to Ahma that was passed along to me before I passed it along to my host.
The poor thing goes into a deep sleep as soon as it's not being used, so whenever I pick it up to use it again I have to wait for a full five seconds for it to become conscious, a totally unfamiliar dimension of being, and as I don't have Apple's Mail program on it I am having to use the truly abysmal email client my Silver City ISP provides, logging in each time, which explains (special message to Tom and Brenda) my lack of communication over the past several days while I have been staying in Morongo Valley, California.
As I am being summoned by my host to hurry up so we can get to the casino before the free Sherpa blankets being given away this morning run out, this will have to suffice for now; more to come.
The poor thing goes into a deep sleep as soon as it's not being used, so whenever I pick it up to use it again I have to wait for a full five seconds for it to become conscious, a totally unfamiliar dimension of being, and as I don't have Apple's Mail program on it I am having to use the truly abysmal email client my Silver City ISP provides, logging in each time, which explains (special message to Tom and Brenda) my lack of communication over the past several days while I have been staying in Morongo Valley, California.
As I am being summoned by my host to hurry up so we can get to the casino before the free Sherpa blankets being given away this morning run out, this will have to suffice for now; more to come.
16 November, 2012
Mars Trine Venus
Well, if running around a tennis court with three people a hundred times better at the game than you is a "totally inappropriate relationship," I'm guilty. I can't say my erotic fantasies were very much to the fore as I was far too busy trying to not make a total fool of myself, but it was certainly a physical hour and a half.
And on the I hope accurate assumption that two sentences are better than none, here endeth the Mars Trine Venus post.
And on the I hope accurate assumption that two sentences are better than none, here endeth the Mars Trine Venus post.
15 November, 2012
Picking Up The Pieces....
...if it can be called that, she said darkly, looking at the clock and wondering how long it was going to take her to get out of bed - only joking, she chirped, snuggling more deeply into the duvet and squinting at her laptop, wondering if she could blame it all on Ginger.
How's THAT for a post after a month and a half? I mean, just where DO you start when you've spent six weeks in bed watching fifty-year old English TV dramas on YouTube, admittedly getting up to play tennis for two hours a day five days a week with intermittent trips to Walmart and the post office but diving back into bed with Ginger the minute you get back to the house?
Without using capital letters for emphasis is the answer to that, says the ever-present voice in her head of Miss Chalk, English teacher at Grimsby Wintringham Grammar School for Girls somewhere back in the middle of the last century, but then she also said blue and green should never be seen, and that's my very favorite color combination of all, so what did she know?
Anywhere you like, is MY answer to the question, ha ha, which if you've forgotten was where on earth do you start posting to a blog called everydayastrology when your last post was forty-five days or so ago - back in the era of my beloved Sweet Pea who went out to do his business one Sunday morning when I left the house to play tennis and never returned - him, not me, because I was back at noon and knew immediately when he didn't show for his normal late breakfast that I was never going to see him again and that he'd - after four and a half blissful years of roaming the high desert of New Mexico, or at least the six acres of it around this house - succumbed to the fate of most domestic critters that roam the high desert of New Mexico and fallen victim to something higher up the food chain - karmic revenge, one might say if one were so inclined, for the baby rabbit tartare that was his breakfast three days in a row earlier in the summer.
And looking back to my last post on October third, I see it WASN'T in the era of my beloved Sweet Pea but that he had already met his maker - it was AFTER he'd been et and I wrote that the description of his end would be posted under Saturn Opposed to Venus or Pluto Back in Eight - WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG. As one of my most favorite New Yorker cartoon characters says to the vicar outside the church, "I know He moves in a mysterious way, but if I moved that mysteriously I'd be fired."
How's THAT for a post after a month and a half? I mean, just where DO you start when you've spent six weeks in bed watching fifty-year old English TV dramas on YouTube, admittedly getting up to play tennis for two hours a day five days a week with intermittent trips to Walmart and the post office but diving back into bed with Ginger the minute you get back to the house?
Without using capital letters for emphasis is the answer to that, says the ever-present voice in her head of Miss Chalk, English teacher at Grimsby Wintringham Grammar School for Girls somewhere back in the middle of the last century, but then she also said blue and green should never be seen, and that's my very favorite color combination of all, so what did she know?
Anywhere you like, is MY answer to the question, ha ha, which if you've forgotten was where on earth do you start posting to a blog called everydayastrology when your last post was forty-five days or so ago - back in the era of my beloved Sweet Pea who went out to do his business one Sunday morning when I left the house to play tennis and never returned - him, not me, because I was back at noon and knew immediately when he didn't show for his normal late breakfast that I was never going to see him again and that he'd - after four and a half blissful years of roaming the high desert of New Mexico, or at least the six acres of it around this house - succumbed to the fate of most domestic critters that roam the high desert of New Mexico and fallen victim to something higher up the food chain - karmic revenge, one might say if one were so inclined, for the baby rabbit tartare that was his breakfast three days in a row earlier in the summer.
And looking back to my last post on October third, I see it WASN'T in the era of my beloved Sweet Pea but that he had already met his maker - it was AFTER he'd been et and I wrote that the description of his end would be posted under Saturn Opposed to Venus or Pluto Back in Eight - WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG. As one of my most favorite New Yorker cartoon characters says to the vicar outside the church, "I know He moves in a mysterious way, but if I moved that mysteriously I'd be fired."
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