Mars sextile Moon

 So off I go to tennis without my racket so head immediately for Walmart for grub and Ace for the soil I need to prepare for winter. At Ace I buy a bag of Australian licorice and by 11am have eaten it. This, I hope, is residue from Venus to Jupiter the day before, when I was congratulating myself on actually cooking onions and beets before roasting them - cooking things twice is not something that happens often here. 

Then back to digging overgrown mint and its deadly roots from a six foot by six foot patch of desert I've decided to *cultivate*, coming inside for frequent breaks of honey-crisp apples with Skippy Extra-Chunky Peanut Butter on top, stopping when it got dark, taking a shower and falling into bed at 7pm. 

Astonishing revelation when I weighed myself this morning and realized that physical activity (hard labour) uses up massive amounts of calories. I must remember this :)

Venus conjunct Jupiter...

...and I am making myself a cooked dinner of vegetables that have already been cooked once. This is Breaking News. 

It's all because of my half-membership in a CSA (I think that's right. You pay farmers upfront so they can afford to plant their crops and as it all comes to harvest you get a box of whatever's ready once a week. 

I'm beginning to feel surrounded by vegetables. And Pretty Boy George just came and sat in my lap so this is the end. 

Sun square Midheaven

 So I get up all set to take stuff to the thrift store and go and get soil for the garden and have plenty of time to be back here for playwriting zoom session at new time of 2:00pm instead of noon, and somehow do absolutely nothing except water the garden before logging on to zoom and discovering the new time of 2:00pm was of course EST.

Venus sextile Saturn

 So I'm supposed to sit down with a loved one or friend and make clear what I think my duties and obligations are to them and theirs to me.

As far as I know, the only person I'm sitting down with today is a hairdresser I've never met before  - for an event I haven't had for about 40 years as I've been cutting my own hair since the last time I asked a hairdresser to do something and they didn't. 

And as for my obligations and duties as regards the house I live in, I'm sadly lacking in that department, except I seem to be on a bit of a roll this morning: one load of laundry done, dryer full, washer full, doing this blog, with any luck I'll do a much-neglected Spanish lesson next, on the other hand I might not - have to pay insurance bills and put the new DMV sticker on my little Zippy, put the groceries away from yesterday - boy, it's a full life....

Detailed report from yesterday:

Paid car insurance, paid house insurance, discovered house insurance has gone up by $300 as AAA now uses "a new system to value housing". Paid it and will source new house insurance.

Tried to pay bill from Pinnacle Propane, which now (finally) allows online payment. Unable to register as account number required. My account number is REEPAM. Not recognized. Put aside for another day. 

Friend arrives with my share of veggies from our CSA membership.

Haircut - my first professional one for 40 years. Will definitely be my last for the next 40 years. More later on that one. Will wear sunglasses and a hat till it grows out. 

To a friend's house to discuss getting a car from Boston out to here.

Home to find my blue star junipers delivered, and also my mini transplanting pots for string of pearls. 

Go outside, pick a handful of home-grown lemon cherry tomatoes, go and sit in favorite chair in shady spot in woodland garden, eat them and wonder what it must be like to be born with this aspect. 

End the day with a Fluencia Spanish lesson.

Jupiter squares Sun...

 ... and I didn't even notice. Just like any other day haha. What'd I do? Yesterday I played tennis and then went to the in-town supermarket where the poor pay more and did a necessities for the day only - cat food, Granny Smith apples and Skippy Extra-chunky peanut butter. (That could have been a clue right there.) Friend over to play UpWords and then I pretended to be working in the garden by sitting in the old wicker chair in my favorite place outside, reading the New Yorker. Just like any other day.....