Sun sextile Uranus

I have no idea why I can no longer link to anything and get "Not Found Error 404" whenever I try. I could make it my day's ambition to figure it out but I think I'll wait till I make the leap to Google Photos and start adding images to this, whenever that may be. In the meantime I'll stick to boring old text.

So yesterday I was supposed to be not very disciplined, which is quite amusing as I haven't been very disciplined since 9/11, and the only time I was was when I was doing airbnb and had to be. Disciplined, that is. 

Now that I've decided I'm not, and am going to live in the whole house all by myself, it's a bit like living in the ruins of an ancient civilization as I go through every room, every cupboard, every closet, every drawer and every nook and cranny of this house and get rid of every single thing I no longer need or want. Any minute now I expect to look under a bed and find Ozymandias's head.

That hasn't turned up yet but what I did find was a scrapbook my elder sister sent to me in probably 1985, with photos of her trip to Scotland - the first holiday she ever took by herself, as her handwritten notes say - and assorted family photos of her children who are now grandparents. She herself might be a great-great. I can't keep track.

It's not something I want to go to Gospel Mission when I'm dead so what I started to do yesterday was go through what's left of my own *family* photos and sort out ones I can add to the scrapbook and send it back to her as a (very) belated birthday present. 

Today's mission, with Mars sextile the Moon, and if I can resist the temptation of being on the lookout for someone with whom I can have a passionate sexual relationship, is to go on with the project and god willing, get it done. Fingers crossed.

 

Jupiter trine Jupiter

"They" (astrologers) are right when they say this one could go over your head if you're not paying attention. Every little aspect of your own little life seems to go swimmingly, without any effort on your part.

You're selling off a lot of no-longer-needed household stuff and the local Women's Club decides to hold a sale at the end of August and you book a booth. 

Just as you've decided to look at the idea notes you've been keeping since March, The Dramatists Guild (I'd link, but somehow this new version of Blogger keeps telling me "page not found" so I'm giving up) invites you to a Sunday Zoom Seminar on where *Theater* is going these days, and then the presenter announces a ten-week course on his techniques for playwriting, so you sign up and have to pay through PayPal and discover you have $330 sitting there that you didn't know you had, so the course is free and you have $80 left over.

A friend comes to stay for the weekend and is enough of a friend to relieve you of your old not-very-intelligent TV and give you $25 for it, no less, and another $25 for  *items* that won't be going to the Women's Club.

And even when your new TV proves to be defective the woman at Best Buy's Customer Service puts shipping a new one in motion, sends shipping labels for the old 'un of course, and while I haven't pursued it yet, it looks as though I can have UPS come and pick it up.

If I didn't know about astrology I think I'd think a good fairy was waving a magic wand over me.

Sun Conjunct Pluto

"You may be concerned today with repairing something that has broken down, such as an automobile or an appliance" is the way astrodienst describes the possible manifestations of the title aspect, and glossing over The New Blogger's inability to let me link to astro.com I'm sitting here staring at my super-duper brand new out-of-the-box 2020 Samsung Crystal UHD TU7000 Smart TV with an eighth of an inch gap between the screen and the back at the bottom right hand corner. 

There are times I could wish I were not so closely aligned with the Universe.

Transiting Venus into Two

Uncanny, really.

The Women's Club here is having a "sell your stuff" sale at the end of August and I signed up for an outside booth, $10, pay by Paypal.

A quick scrabble around for the piece of paper I wrote my latest Paypal password on and lo and behold, I have a balance of $330. A balance. It said it right there: Balance, $330.

I have absolutely no idea where that money came from, who gave it to me or why it's there. All I know is the day transiting Venus went into my second house, I went to Paypal to send money for a table in an upcoming sell your stuff *event* and there it was.

Uncanny.

Sun Square Venus

It's a good thing you can't be born with this because you really would think life is just a bowl of cherries.

Started by playing tennis doubles for an hour and a half and then three of us came up here and played UpWords and I dug up delosperma for them. I am going to have to break down and start using Google Photos.

Tennis peeps left, shower and change and off to the local health clinic to apply for sliding scale - has to be renewed every year - and then realized I could WALK to the dispensary next door, walk back to the car (no leg pain) and drive to the supermarket for my Kilt Lifter (new favorite beer), then back to the dental clinic to get my teeth cleaned.

One discordant note which I'm too lazy to add now, then back to the house and piddle around outside till it starts to rain, which it did at a nice steady pace for a good three or four hours.

As there have been exactly three downpours when we are in what-can-no-longer be called Monsoon Season when it is supposed to rain every day from July Fourth to the end of August, this was probably the highlight of the day.

Memo to Self: Begin the process of sorting out your five Google accounts and trying to get them all into one.

Sun square Mercury

So I had one thing I wanted to accomplish for the day - a goal, I suppose, except I've never been very good at those: get the blue velvet wing chairs that were in what used to be the airbnb room and as of Friday were out on the front porch photographed and posted on Grant County Goodies for a giveaway price because the brutal afternoon New Mexico sun would fade them in no time at all.

Result: success by 10:30am, $50 richer and a nice little lesson in why I've never been very good at goals: they require motivation and a clear plan of action to carry them out. Who knew?

And from astrodienst,  "Unless your thinking and communications are very poorly thought out, you should be able to accomplish whatever you set out to."

Astrology is so silly.

Sun opposed to the Midheaven

Or it will be later tonight and I'm supposed to stay home but I got off to a good start at 8:30 this morning when I went to the dump, something I've never done before as I always thought there would be a long line of people in cars doing the same thing.

There was no one in front of me when I drew up at the Stop sign for the weigh-house. I just had to wait for the one truck that was leaving and being weighed before I got waved through to the Open Pits and could throw everything in. No more recycling here means a lot more to take to the dump.

Straight back to the house and started filling up more bags so I can spend the next two weeks torturing myself about having to go to the dump. Not doing airbnb means I have an awful lot of stuff to get rid off, mini-fridge, microwave and toaster oven to start.

Hope I'm not jumping the gun here, but if I am and get everything cleaned out and decide to change my mind I can simply rent out the other side of Big Sunny Space instead. See last paragraph of yesterday's post for more details.