Saturn conjunct Jupiter

This is the third and final pass of this, and I wish I could remember the effects of the first two. Manifestations of this third go-around involved attempts at getting the house cleaned out and organized. I don't have my astrology diaries here or I could look back and see what was going on when Saturn squared Jupiter seven years ago in 2003. Certainly the house was full of junk/stuff then, as all of Paul's stuff was here, a lot of John's still, and I was slowly sending myself out things from New York I thought I couldn't live without.

As the stars would have it, I was asked to join in a communal yard sale today, and spent a lot of last week and all of yesterday sorting through and pricing things, most of which had been left behind by various and assorted renters or were still leftovers from John and Paul. Prize item here was a life-sized baby doll - Phoebe - left behind by last winter's tenants. Its/her arms were loose and hanging out of their sockets, craftily concealed by clothing it/her in a baby sleeping bag thingie so you couldn't tell. Earlier in the week, in my dreams, I had thought I might replace the worn-out elastic holding the arms together with something with less give, but that was in my dreams and this morning I decided Phoebe, with full disclosure of her disabled status, could be free to a good home.

The sale was in a not heavily populated area of town (as though any area of this town is heavily populated) and when the first customer arrived mind-morning we were told there were four columns of yard sales listed in the Silver City Daily Press for today. In spite of admitting, at my prodding, that he had female grandchildren, he turned Phoebe down, as did the next four non-purchasing arrivals, and it was only when an expert knitter friend showed up that I was able to unload Phoeb as a model for her baby clothes. (By this time I had demonstrated Phoebe's infirmities so many times her arms had fallen off completely and were loose in the bottom of her sleeping bag.) Admittedly not a great example, but as we realized as the morning wore on, the economy here is so bad you can't even GIVE things away.

I think I made four sales for a total of $11 and bought a pair of reading sunglasses for $5 from one of the other vendors, so if I dare look in my money pouch I probably have $6 more than I had when the sale started, and I still have a station wagon loaded with stuff I don't want. I have at least decided that none of it is allowed back in the house and will have to go into the little adobe storage shed up the hill. This of course means that all the REAL junk - old headboards, bits and scraps of plywood, furniture too rickety to stand on its own, lengths of leftover molding too short to use - has to be removed and taken to Restore (where I bought most of it anyway) to make room for the garage sale stuff. The most I can hope for is that I get that done before Saturn gets to Pisces and opposes Jupiter.

Jupiter sextile Sun

And conjunct the Moon, in my case, with Sun at 18 Aries and Moon at 19 Aquarius. Another aspect it would be nice to be born with, no? And if you had Jupiter at 18 Gemini, then every time....oh well, never mind. I love myself for who I am and work with what I have.

It does feel like a long long time since I've felt this good. I meant to say to Dr. M this morning that maybe I should stop taking the medication, as I'm not the slightest bit concerned about not having money and there being no work, although of course I do have money, for another two years or so if I'm lucky before I have to join the Hemlock Society.

But all I did was tell him about Drama Workshop with Frank and Line Dancing with Vera at the senior center, and how I was going to take him a copy of the play I wrote after realizing the therapist who was murdered last February shared his office space but I don't have any copies of it ha ha, but as soon as I get some I'll send him one, and then asked if he had any samples of Celexa as I'm going to be in Spain and my prescription's running out.

I did tell him I've had an epiphany since I came here from Silver in January, that it's time to stop going from here to there and back again the way I've been doing, since that means I never build a life in either place, and that I'm comfortable here finally after 9/11. He told me I looked relaxed and happy, which I take to mean I've never looked like that before in his presence, and God knows I know I didn't look like it for years after 9/11. I said it was because when I asked Beginner Spanish instructor last night if he thought I could go on to Intermediate Spanish next session he told me I should be there now, which did indeed make me feel as emotionally satisfied as Jupiter to the Moon is supposed to, although I missed out the part about Jupiter and the Moon.

Anyway, he seemed pretty happy to see me happy, and gave me samples of something called Lexapro as he didn't have any Celexa, so we shall see if Lexapro continues to keep me happy. There's a sexless figure with one leg standing on a spiral with its arms out to its side and a disembodied head floating over its body on the packet, and it's escitalopram oxalate, so I'm sure I'll be fine. At least until Jupiter reaches 20 Aquarius.