Department of Full Disclosure:
Still cheating - writing this as though close to the day it happened instead of it being almost two weeks ago, and as usual, all quotes courtesy of astrodienst.
So the aspect perfected at 6:04 am on the morning of February 16, after I'd been up for an hour and was running around like a loony making last-minute *arrangements* for the trip to Cambridge.
Top of the unwritten list was dropping off toys for Ginger at his temporary lodgings - the day before, with friends being "of considerable benefit to me," I'd dropped him off at J & E's, complete with litter tray, scoop, extra litter, eight tins of cat food, one container of dry kibbly stuff, one brush, one clothes/furniture brush, one little blanket that had begun life as one of my unplanned knitting projects and one business card for his vet with the name "Mr. Big" written on it.
No toys, mainly because for months after getting him from the shelter it never occurred to me such a venerable old critter would be interested in such frivolity, and, of course, because I was interested in nothing but YouTube after losing Sweet Pea and was happy to have the new 'un curled up next to me while I lost myself in 1980's UK TV, I never bothered to find out if he'd be interested in batting a felt mouse around or taking a swing at something on a stick.
Quite how I found out he would be interested in doing something inside instead of eating or sleeping is lost in the mists of time. but when I unloaded his possessions in J and E's living room and J said "No toys?" I had a pang of guilt about my Aquarian mothering method and promised to drop off something for him to play with the next morning.
Why I am rambling on about this I have no idea. It's more than two weeks since it happened, I've made less than 30 posts on here in the 60-odd days of 2013, and the blog is called nearly-everyday-astrology, not nearly-every-other-day-astrology which is what it's turning into, I should be so lucky.
I've just remembered what I did on the day Mars squared Uranus and am pretty sure I didn't record it on here. I can put it down to advancing age, but it seems to me that most of what happens in the course of a day gets lost in the mists of time as the sun goes down.
Very Sad Addendum: Just checked the entry for the day Mars squared Uranus and realize it was correct and covered everything. What I just *remembered* as happening at that time took place three days ago. See last sentence of previous paragraph. Oh dear.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Mars Return
There was more activity yesterday when Mars squared Uranus, which perhaps is no surprise when natal Mars is in Pisces.
I didn't notice any selfless doings on my part, just on the part of other as J and E agreed to take Ginger for me while I went to Cambridge for ten days to spend some time with Star Child, who's on vacation from school for a week.
Instant correction: (written Thursday February 28, AFTER return to Silver from above-referenced up-coming trip to east coast but cheating by scheduling post at though written on day of return.)
If you can call thanking Fabulous Person who knitted amazing strawberry cardigan and matching hat as unsolicited present to Star Child by offering in exchange gift of yarn of her choice so she can knit an item of clothing for herself and ordering extra yarn for Aries self as birthday is coming up in April a selfless act, I did one.
I didn't notice any selfless doings on my part, just on the part of other as J and E agreed to take Ginger for me while I went to Cambridge for ten days to spend some time with Star Child, who's on vacation from school for a week.
Instant correction: (written Thursday February 28, AFTER return to Silver from above-referenced up-coming trip to east coast but cheating by scheduling post at though written on day of return.)
If you can call thanking Fabulous Person who knitted amazing strawberry cardigan and matching hat as unsolicited present to Star Child by offering in exchange gift of yarn of her choice so she can knit an item of clothing for herself and ordering extra yarn for Aries self as birthday is coming up in April a selfless act, I did one.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Mars Square Uranus
I have this natally from Mars in Pisces in the Eleventh to Uranus in Gemini in the First, and when I first realized that I probably had that aspect to thank for my life-long *penchant* for weird and wonderful shoes it cemented my belief, if that's the word, in the validity, if that's the word, of astrology.
Pisces = feet, Eleventh house = goals, Uranus = strange, First house = personality - what's to argue with?
As it happened, shoes had absolutely nothing to do with yesterday, when this perfected, but to say it was a day of surprises doesn't do justice to waking up in a friend's house on your last day of cat sitting and seeing a gigantic Caterpillar earth mover right outside the window digging a huge trench next to the vegetable garden. A quick phone call to said friend in Tucson let me know it was nothing but the installation of the new septic tank, which she'd forgotten to tell me about, and set me free to start to worry about the cat I was cat-sitting for that hadn't come home all night. Unable to wash dishes as water to house cut off.
Deciding that if said cat had survived two nights out in the wild in December it was probably going to be just fine in February, I took myself off to play tennis, where even Mars square Uranus couldn't save me from losing all three sets, as I always do when I play DG, and then off to Walmart with my little list of things to buy before I left for Cambridge, which I'm doing in the morning.
I wanted keys - a key to the house where I was cat-sitting so I wouldn't have to give back the key I had and would always have access in emergencies and keys to my back door to give to the couple who'd be cat-sitting Ginger for me while I'm away and one to give to the person I was cat-sitting for so if I ever locked myself out I could get a key from her.
Got the keys - no problem, didn't have to take them off my ring - and said I'd pay for them up front when I'd done all my other shopping. Bought all the other stuff on my list and went to check out. Walmart very busy, decided to do self check-out. Did. Card refused. Puzzled. Used BofA debit card and forfeited my air miles from Citibank.
Got back to house where I was cat-sitting hoping water was back on, unloaded stuff, and realized Key-Maker-Lady had put the keys on one of those can-only-be-removed-by-atomic-bomb plastic things that cashiers always take off when you check out. Much hissing and spitting as water came out of tap but was able to wash dishes. Left all keys on table with *explanatory* note and also said Chloe had not come home. Grabbed Ginger and left. Realized I had left my favorite shirt on bench at tennis courts and went to retrieve it. Still there.
Go to knitting group I attend and discover the tension on the sleeve I have painstakingly managed to finish is far looser than that of the experienced knitter who is making the body of the jumper. My sleeve is the size of the whole front she has knitted. Pull the sleeve down. Pull down what I have done of the second sleeve. Give rewound yarn to experienced knitter to knit sleeves for me. Realize that this is the fifth time I have pulled down bits of sleeve I have knitted for this project.
Got back to my house to find two notices from Fed-Ex who'd been trying to deliver the mag-safe connection cord I'd had to order from Apple because mine frayed but couldn't because a signature was required. Signed both notices and put one on the back door and one on the front.
Went inside and listened to messages. Three from Citibank's Early Fraud Warning Department, which has become my bete noire ever since I got hacked twice in one year (Saturn square Uranus) and am now watched like a hawk, any use of my CitiCard if I leave New Mexico not allowed, and one from Dish telling me my auto-pay had been refused.
Call Citibank's Early Fraud Warning Department and discover I am now so deep into the system I can validate myself without speaking to an earthling. Tell my telephone keypad I did just try to use my card and it was refused. Tell my telephone keypad it was me who bought three tickets online for Disney's Ice Show in Boston the day before. Want to tell it my billing address is in Cambridge SO OF COURSE IT WAS ME but am not given the opportunity. Tell it yes, of course it was I who used my credit card at an unidentified retail location on December fifth, 2012. I remember it clearly.
Listen to a computerized voice tell me it will update my records and re-validate my card. Go to my Dish account online and pay my bill.
Sit down to watch Dr. Phil and pull down yet another sleeve I was knitting in a different cotton yarn, cast on again and begin, with fewer stitches and on larger needles, to knit the jumper for myself.
Hope that knitting a complicated jumper pattern will not be my only accomplishment with Pluto sextiling Mars.
Pisces = feet, Eleventh house = goals, Uranus = strange, First house = personality - what's to argue with?
As it happened, shoes had absolutely nothing to do with yesterday, when this perfected, but to say it was a day of surprises doesn't do justice to waking up in a friend's house on your last day of cat sitting and seeing a gigantic Caterpillar earth mover right outside the window digging a huge trench next to the vegetable garden. A quick phone call to said friend in Tucson let me know it was nothing but the installation of the new septic tank, which she'd forgotten to tell me about, and set me free to start to worry about the cat I was cat-sitting for that hadn't come home all night. Unable to wash dishes as water to house cut off.
Deciding that if said cat had survived two nights out in the wild in December it was probably going to be just fine in February, I took myself off to play tennis, where even Mars square Uranus couldn't save me from losing all three sets, as I always do when I play DG, and then off to Walmart with my little list of things to buy before I left for Cambridge, which I'm doing in the morning.
I wanted keys - a key to the house where I was cat-sitting so I wouldn't have to give back the key I had and would always have access in emergencies and keys to my back door to give to the couple who'd be cat-sitting Ginger for me while I'm away and one to give to the person I was cat-sitting for so if I ever locked myself out I could get a key from her.
Got the keys - no problem, didn't have to take them off my ring - and said I'd pay for them up front when I'd done all my other shopping. Bought all the other stuff on my list and went to check out. Walmart very busy, decided to do self check-out. Did. Card refused. Puzzled. Used BofA debit card and forfeited my air miles from Citibank.
Got back to house where I was cat-sitting hoping water was back on, unloaded stuff, and realized Key-Maker-Lady had put the keys on one of those can-only-be-removed-by-atomic-bomb plastic things that cashiers always take off when you check out. Much hissing and spitting as water came out of tap but was able to wash dishes. Left all keys on table with *explanatory* note and also said Chloe had not come home. Grabbed Ginger and left. Realized I had left my favorite shirt on bench at tennis courts and went to retrieve it. Still there.
Go to knitting group I attend and discover the tension on the sleeve I have painstakingly managed to finish is far looser than that of the experienced knitter who is making the body of the jumper. My sleeve is the size of the whole front she has knitted. Pull the sleeve down. Pull down what I have done of the second sleeve. Give rewound yarn to experienced knitter to knit sleeves for me. Realize that this is the fifth time I have pulled down bits of sleeve I have knitted for this project.
Got back to my house to find two notices from Fed-Ex who'd been trying to deliver the mag-safe connection cord I'd had to order from Apple because mine frayed but couldn't because a signature was required. Signed both notices and put one on the back door and one on the front.
Went inside and listened to messages. Three from Citibank's Early Fraud Warning Department, which has become my bete noire ever since I got hacked twice in one year (Saturn square Uranus) and am now watched like a hawk, any use of my CitiCard if I leave New Mexico not allowed, and one from Dish telling me my auto-pay had been refused.
Call Citibank's Early Fraud Warning Department and discover I am now so deep into the system I can validate myself without speaking to an earthling. Tell my telephone keypad I did just try to use my card and it was refused. Tell my telephone keypad it was me who bought three tickets online for Disney's Ice Show in Boston the day before. Want to tell it my billing address is in Cambridge SO OF COURSE IT WAS ME but am not given the opportunity. Tell it yes, of course it was I who used my credit card at an unidentified retail location on December fifth, 2012. I remember it clearly.
Listen to a computerized voice tell me it will update my records and re-validate my card. Go to my Dish account online and pay my bill.
Sit down to watch Dr. Phil and pull down yet another sleeve I was knitting in a different cotton yarn, cast on again and begin, with fewer stitches and on larger needles, to knit the jumper for myself.
Hope that knitting a complicated jumper pattern will not be my only accomplishment with Pluto sextiling Mars.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Mercury Square Uranus
Thanks to Blogger's scheduling *feature* I can pretend I wrote this on Monday, the day it happened, even though I'm actually writing it three days later on Thursday.
It didn't really do much except get me into the computer room going through piles of old mail, except, of course, that's huge as I've barely been into that room since the beginning of winter. My MacBook Air has a lot to answer for.
Anyway, now that I'm no longer writing "Will" at the top of any to-do list, I'm writing "Get will stuff done" instead, and on Monday I made a beginning stab at that by making a list of all the stuff I have to do for it:
Find back-up power-of-attorney and end-of-life-directive person.
Call Citibank and get beneficiary forms for all accounts.
Call BofA and get beneficiary forms for all accounts.
Call Emigrant and get beneficiary form for savings account.
Think about what to do with personal property.
Find out what deed needed for Transfer on Death form re house.
I then put everything that needed to be filed into a neat pile with my Mabel Lucy Atwell Easter Egg on top, shut down the desktop, turned off the radiator, closed the door and have done nothing whatsoever about any of it since then.
It didn't really do much except get me into the computer room going through piles of old mail, except, of course, that's huge as I've barely been into that room since the beginning of winter. My MacBook Air has a lot to answer for.
Anyway, now that I'm no longer writing "Will" at the top of any to-do list, I'm writing "Get will stuff done" instead, and on Monday I made a beginning stab at that by making a list of all the stuff I have to do for it:
Find back-up power-of-attorney and end-of-life-directive person.
Call Citibank and get beneficiary forms for all accounts.
Call BofA and get beneficiary forms for all accounts.
Call Emigrant and get beneficiary form for savings account.
Think about what to do with personal property.
Find out what deed needed for Transfer on Death form re house.
I then put everything that needed to be filed into a neat pile with my Mabel Lucy Atwell Easter Egg on top, shut down the desktop, turned off the radiator, closed the door and have done nothing whatsoever about any of it since then.
Friday, February 8, 2013
This Moon Stuff Is Getting Ridiculous
So it's too cold to play tennis and I'm sitting at the desktop I rarely use because I'm so addicted to my MacBook Air and it's cold and cheerless in the room where the desktop is unless I turn on the heat and I see the UPS truck coming up the driveway at 11:30 am.
Usual UPS delivery time is late afternoon and I haven't ordered anything from Amazon anyway. I do have something on the way from eBay but it's supposed to be coming USPS.
When I go to see what's been left outside the front door it turns out to be one of those VERY IMPORTANT LEGAL DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED envelopes, and inside is the cashier's check the Bank of America Refinance Closing Officer told me to make out to myself and sign over to Bank of America, along with a letter from the title company telling me they can't accept the check because it's made out to me and signed over to Bank of America and it needs to be made out to them and returned immediately in the prepaid VERY IMPORTANT LEGAL DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED envelope they've included.
Mercury was not retrograde when I began this refinancing process. It is not retrograde now and has not been at any time since I first called BofA to see if I was eligible for HEMP or HAMP. The only significant planetary aspects of the day perfected very early in the morning while I was still asleep, which in my experience means that any manifestations that occur happen the day before. (Mars was trining Saturn, and I was counting stitches and knitting and purling and attempting to PSSO and pulling everything down and starting again, but more of that later.)
Having far too much time on my hands, I immediately went to Astrodienst and discovered the Moon was due to square Venus in ten minutes. Quite what this has to do with the fiasco otherwise known as my refinancing this house I have no idea, but I had just finished a breakfast consisting of ham and two eggs over easy, three tostadas and some Fage yoghurt with brown sugar and almonds.
In my defense, I was so obsessed with PSSOing and C4Bing and SL1King the night before I did not eat dinner.
Usual UPS delivery time is late afternoon and I haven't ordered anything from Amazon anyway. I do have something on the way from eBay but it's supposed to be coming USPS.
When I go to see what's been left outside the front door it turns out to be one of those VERY IMPORTANT LEGAL DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED envelopes, and inside is the cashier's check the Bank of America Refinance Closing Officer told me to make out to myself and sign over to Bank of America, along with a letter from the title company telling me they can't accept the check because it's made out to me and signed over to Bank of America and it needs to be made out to them and returned immediately in the prepaid VERY IMPORTANT LEGAL DOCUMENTS ENCLOSED envelope they've included.
Mercury was not retrograde when I began this refinancing process. It is not retrograde now and has not been at any time since I first called BofA to see if I was eligible for HEMP or HAMP. The only significant planetary aspects of the day perfected very early in the morning while I was still asleep, which in my experience means that any manifestations that occur happen the day before. (Mars was trining Saturn, and I was counting stitches and knitting and purling and attempting to PSSO and pulling everything down and starting again, but more of that later.)
Having far too much time on my hands, I immediately went to Astrodienst and discovered the Moon was due to square Venus in ten minutes. Quite what this has to do with the fiasco otherwise known as my refinancing this house I have no idea, but I had just finished a breakfast consisting of ham and two eggs over easy, three tostadas and some Fage yoghurt with brown sugar and almonds.
In my defense, I was so obsessed with PSSOing and C4Bing and SL1King the night before I did not eat dinner.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Moon in the Seventh, Day Two
Okay, so the day before this I was at the female attorney's office trying to come up with the name of someone to be my Power of Attorney and Person-in-Charge-of-My-End-of-Life Directive (!) and the day after that I was sitting at the dining room table with the Notary woman signing page after page of documents which will reduce my mortgage payment by $250 a month - both pretty right on manifestations of the transiting Moon in the Seventh House.
As this blog is indeed aptly named I posted nothing while the Moon went through the Eighth House, but spent a lot of time on the phone with a friend from the West Coast trying to persuade him that he didn't have to massage me with soothing oils or hold my hand or pull the plug himself but did have to know when to tell the attending physician to do so - pull the plus, that is, not massage me with soothing oils - then an equal amount of time with another on the East Coast trying to persuade her to be back-up.
Today, Thursday 2/7, here I am again with a gap of only three days and have just noticed the Moon is now directly on my South Node in Capricorn in the Ninth - career (!) and publishing.
I've been thinking for a long time of tracking the Moon's aspect to personal planets throughout a day. It would require a level of concentration that I no longer have, but with transiting Pluto sextiling Mars on and off for the next couple of years maybe that will be the feat I have hither-to been unable to accomplish.
Talk about lowered expectations.....
As this blog is indeed aptly named I posted nothing while the Moon went through the Eighth House, but spent a lot of time on the phone with a friend from the West Coast trying to persuade him that he didn't have to massage me with soothing oils or hold my hand or pull the plug himself but did have to know when to tell the attending physician to do so - pull the plus, that is, not massage me with soothing oils - then an equal amount of time with another on the East Coast trying to persuade her to be back-up.
Today, Thursday 2/7, here I am again with a gap of only three days and have just noticed the Moon is now directly on my South Node in Capricorn in the Ninth - career (!) and publishing.
I've been thinking for a long time of tracking the Moon's aspect to personal planets throughout a day. It would require a level of concentration that I no longer have, but with transiting Pluto sextiling Mars on and off for the next couple of years maybe that will be the feat I have hither-to been unable to accomplish.
Talk about lowered expectations.....
Monday, February 4, 2013
Moon in the Seventh House
Well this is a little bit anal even for me, tracking Moon aspects, but no planetary ones perfect today, I haven't written in here for four days and even though I deliberately called this nearly-everyday-astrology to take the pressure (!) off a four day gap is pushing it.
And it was a Moon in the Seventh day, giving the house the simplest possible attribute of representing one-on-one *encounters*, including marriage and professional consultations and having the Moon represent women - I met with a female attorney to begin the process of having a will drawn up. Pretty good.
And it was a Moon in the Seventh day, giving the house the simplest possible attribute of representing one-on-one *encounters*, including marriage and professional consultations and having the Moon represent women - I met with a female attorney to begin the process of having a will drawn up. Pretty good.
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