Combine Uranus to the Sun...

... with Mars closer to opposing Jupiter and you go to the wrong parking lot to meet the three best friends you're going to Deming with for a joint birthday celebration and sit there for forty minutes before suddenly visualizing the email with the instructions where to meet and take off immediately for the correct location, praying they will have left without you, knowing they wouldn't have, and cursing yourself for having left your cell phone at home charging on the desk.

How's that for getting it all in in one sentence?

And once it's established you're not lying on the floor in the living room being eaten by the cats you and your three best friends (who are indeed BFs as they are still talking to you) go to the Adobe Deli ten miles the other side of Deming but more than worth the drive and eat the unhealthiest and most amazing food before turning around and driving straight back to Silver.

But wait, there's more. No sooner than you've put your nightie on and climbed into your little bed to finish watching Seance on a Wet Afternoon do you get an email from airbnb-ers wanting to stay the night and of course, as you are having your Bugs Bunny teeth replaced and need all the moolah you can get, you say yes and spend a frenzied half hour getting the room ready before letting them in and retiring to bed again.

And the next morning - now -  with Mars even closer to opposing Jupiter you wonder if it's safe to drive to Ace Hardware and Walmart as you had planned or better to stay in bed all day and have a deer jump through the window.

Combine a Fading Uranus to the Sun...

...with the beginning of Mars opposed to Jupiter and you finally get action as well as thought in the Department of Taking Summer Stuff Up to the Adobe and Bringing Winter Stuff Down.

Up went the gigantic humidifier/fan that I've had for about thirteen years and still works well. Down came the coal scuttle (when did you last hear that?), the fire tools or whatever they're called, the ancient bee smoker that gets used as bellows and the big plastic Container Store thingie on wheels that had all the winter quilts and blankets and sheets in it.

Quilts came out and went straight into a pile for the thrift shop. Beautiful flannel sheets went into the washing machine, as did one quilt that smelled a bit musty. This went here, that went there and lots got thrown out, and then it was time to start obsessing over whether I was going to go to a concert at the Fine Arts Auditorium by myself or not, at 7:30 pm no less which would mean leaving the house at 7:00 and god forbid, in the dark.

The promise of Klezmer music got me there, the absence of Klezmer music had me leaving before intermission, and I now have to think of some suitable reward for myself for being such a big girl and doing it.

Sun Opposed to Venus

Mix this with Uranus to the Sun and you get an eye-opening day, if it is indeed true (and why shouldn't it be if you accept the premise that astrology *works*?) that it's a day when you'll encounter yourself in your relationships and the good ones will remain good and the not-so-good ones will suffer. And unfortunately all I met yesterday were the not-so-good ones.

There's a certain email correspondent I've been getting more and more pissed at as he never makes the slightest reference to anything I write and simply gives a blow-by-blow account of what's happening in his life. I've been tempted for months to write and tell him one of my legs fell off. I managed not to do that yesterday but for the first time in six months didn't email him back - a passive-aggressive rebellion, in its way.

Then there's the weekly group activity I used to go to and enjoy when I engaged in the activity the group centers around. I don't any more, and for about three years (since I moved out here full time) I've been trying to extricate myself from going without actually saying I don't want to go.

I showed up yesterday and sat for an extremely uncomfortable thirty minutes saying scarcely a word as the others talked before excusing myself on the legitimate grounds of having to get to the Fedex drop-off point to catch the day's pick up. (Turks and Caicos once again.)

Now I have no idea how to end this so I'll just stop.

Uranus to the Sun

I suppose what this is showing is what an alarmingly shallow and self-centered earthling I have turned out to be. If it weren't for the Symmetry in Nature class I took yesterday, which turned out to be a crash course in mathematics of which I could understand approximately one word in ten and went whooshing right over my head, proving (haha - get it?) -  nothing but my total lack of comprehension of anything involving abstract thought and numbers, I'll have done nothing worthy of this transit except decide to have my two front teeth replaced for Christmas, which seems to involve driving two hours each way to Palomas every couple of days and spending a lot of money.

OK, once again I exaggerate, but not by much. Today's the day the transit is exact, second go- around, so of course I'll be wearing the multi-colored different but complementary leather high-top sneakers I bought in April on go-around number one which have been in the closet ever since because it's been too hot, but really, other than that, I'm leading my usual balanced life - tennis in the mornings and then back to bed for the rest of the day.

Does trying to ship a package via Fedex to South Caicos count? Considering it's taken me about three hours so far groping my way through commercial invoices on company letterhead listing 100% cotton girls' size eight polo shirts made in the USA which it turns out I don't need, it could definitely go into the Department of If It's Uranus You Can't Predict It, as could the Symmetry in Nature class, but somehow I can't help shaking my head and admitting I was expecting more.

Silly old me.

New Moon in Libra

Well if you're going to go to Palomas to see if it's possible to get your two front Bugs Bunny teeth replaced, I guess doing it on a new moon in Libra is as good a time to do it as any.

Mars Opposed to Mars

So I used to get quite a few airbnb bookings but in the past six months they've tailed off almost to nothing. Admittedly there are now about fifty people in Silver renting out places on the site, about forty more than a town this size can support, but still - mine is a beautiful room, I have a lot of great reviews and after spilling a beer on my MacBook Air and having to buy a new one, I need the money ha ha.
After checking with a friend who lists a space configured as mine is, I managed to worm my way into editing capabilities on the airbnb site and changed the listing from "Private Room" to "Whole House/apt.", waited twelve hours for the change to take effect and went to check on the look of my new listing. Nothing. Waited and checked again. Nothing. Not one sighting of Big Sunny Space anywhere in the fifty listings showing up when I tried to book a room with myself as a test.

More of this engrossing description of how Mars opposed to natal Mars manifested for me later.

And now it's later. I have of course completely lost interest in writing this, but shortest possible version is I spent three hours with customer support at airbnb on Sunday morning telling them I didn't show up in listings and having them tell me I did. Eventually I was able to convince them I didn't and they relisted me. I promptly got a booking for this coming weekend. Fourteen hundred dollars to go and my new MBA will be paid off.

Mars Square Uranus

Jesus, it's already four days since I last posted, but never mind. I suppose you could call that nearly every day. Almost might be better. Better than all, of course, would be to actually post nearly every day, but that's just not working.

OK, forget all of that, and move on to Red Dot weekend in Silver. You know what? Don't. With Uranus fast approaching the Sun and the post title still in effect, I simply can't be arsed, to use an English expression I really don't like but sums up my mood exactly. I'm outta here.

Uranus Conjunct the Sun

So when this happened back in April I was in New York getting my fingerprints taken for a new Green Card because the fingerprint-takers in El Paso hadn't been able to get any (hang on, hang on, there's a point to this).

While I was there I bought myself a wildly extravagant and ridiculously expensive (for me, that is) pair of high-topped leather sneakers, which I brought back to New Mexico and stuck in a closet because it was already too hot to wear them.

Need I go on? As Uranus creeps back towards the Sun (mine, that is), we're into day number three of cloudy overcast weather, cool enough to put on a pair of pants for the first time in months and - yes, you guessed it - today the high-tops come out of the closet and on to my feet.

And on another note, fingerprints reared their head again, so to speak, two weeks ago when I re-entered the U.S. after a trip to Venus (AKA South Caicos, where the real-feel daytime temperature seems to hover around 860) and discovered those quaint old human passport inspectors have been replaced by endless rows of ATM-like do-it-yourself kiosks, which involve - yes - scanning your fingerprints as a means of identity check.

Six attempts and six "We are unable to read your fingerprints. Please try again." messages and thank God when I waved my arm in the air I caught the attention of the real live kiosk attendant (?) - would that be his job description? - who came over, took one look at me, pressed a button and bingo! out came my photo on a printed slip which let me back into the land of opportunity where those with enough of a shoe fetish and enough moolah can buy themselves un-matching but complementary high-top leather sneakers.

Neptune in the Eleventh

About three times in the past month I've had this dream of being about to go on stage in front of an audience as an actor and realizing I've never looked at the script.

After finishing the sentence above I went immediately to Google and put in "Dreaming about being an actor not knowing the script." I then read and bookmarked a piece by Dick Cavett from god knows how long ago and used up just enough time that I now have to go and take a shower and get ready for a tennis lesson.

I believe this may have something to do with Neptune in the Eleventh.

Jupiter Opposed to Mars

You'd think (I would, anyway) that with this going on at the same time as Uranus sextiled the Moon and approached a conjunction with the Sun and Jupiter had just finished squaring Uranus - well, I don't know what I'd think but I suppose I'd think *things* would be a little more out-of-the-ordinary than they are at the moment.

Is driving an hour to get to a dentist and having three major fillings and driving an hour back (and of course getting lost when you get to the town where the dentist is) normal?

Is picking up your framed poster of Saul Steinberg's "View of the World From Ninth Avenue" on the same day as the above normal? (Consider said poster was bought at least two months ago, taken to be framed six weeks ago, framed incorrectly, left at framer's to be redone a week before leaving for South Caicos for two and a half weeks and finally picked up after afore-mentioned adventure in dentistry and hung on dining room wall normal?

Is going to South Caicos normal?

Is inviting friends over to meet one of your cats to see if they would like to borrow him to help solve their sudden infestation of mice normal?

Is making yourself a cup of coffee and retiring to bed with it and kneeling on your laptop which you left under the sheet and consequently spilling coffee all over the sheets normal?

And of course is normal the correct word to be using for the above *events*? All responses received gratefully and considered thoroughly.