Venus trine Neptune

 No, no. I need Mars trine again. 

Have to go to dump in spite of roadworks on the way. 

Must get Silver City brochures - airbnb couple coming Friday.

Must get smoke alarm, or find the one that's here disabled because it always goes off when I make cheese straws, which is about once a year now.

Must check what kind of batteries go in TV remote.

Must return Matias keyboard that I cannot make to work.

Must dig out box of old Apple items to see if I have a keyboard and check batteries in that. 

Must finish curtains in airbnb bedroom and do a general clean up as I've spread out into the airbnb bit and need to retreat. 

So - 12:25 and off we go.

Mars trine Mars

 Wouldn't this be a great one to be born with, she asked, wide-eyed.....

Today I have hung two pictures - they kind of knock you in the eye when you come in the front door but they're no longer on the floor in my closet, and oh boy do I love my closet. Little digression  there.

I began and almost completed one of the four curtains there wasn't time to finish before last Guest Arrival Time. Can't get foot back on to sewing machine so did it all with glue - Sew No More or something like that. Have o

Tried to *install* two pullbacks I think they're called for the window treatment of the french doors. Able to stick one on with double-sided duct tape, did exactly the same to the other but it keeps falling off.

Here comes Jupiter sextile Venus...

...and lo and behold, Mildred is sold after what - two months - on R&R's Used Car Lot?  I'm probably something like $700 dollars out on the whole deal, depending on what the lot fee turns out to be, and I long ago gave up the idea of paying back her donor the three thou she shelled out, so whatever it is will be a nice little windfall. 

And how about this? The small propane tank has gone, removed by a miracle worker from Pinnacle Propane on Friday, and I was talking to him as he was getting ready to leave when the phone rang with what I knew was a call about Mildred. I did what I rarely do when talking to someone, said "Phone", he said goodbye, I answered the call and felt terrible about cutting him off midstream. 

I don't have his phone number, have to contact him through Pinnacle, and had the idea of sending a note to him through his employer, knowing the chances of that happening were as good as those for  the thank you notes I need to write after my birthday getting done.

Fast forward to yesterday at Walmart where I was stocking up on Honey Crisps and noticed a familiar cowboy hat  looming over all other shoppers.  Hat wearer's eyes caught mine over our masks and of course it was Mr. Miracle Worker from Pinnacle, and I launched into "Oh my god I was going to write to you I felt terrible about cutting you off I wouldn't have done it unless I knew" etc. etc. etc. Was THAT Jupiter sextile Venus? I'll take it anyway. 

Sun trine Jupiter

 It was the film What the Bleep Do We Know god knows how many years ago where I first became aware of  - and now of course I've forgotten his name. Whatever Doctor - Joe de Santis is floating around somewhere in the recesses of my brain but I think he's the governor of Florida so not him - but someone talked about how he *designed his day* and even though I've never been able to do it it's stuck with me forever. 

I guess the theory is you decide in the morning what you would like to do that day and then go ahead and do it. Piece o'cake. I'm doing one of the things I'd like to do today by writing this, massively helped by the transit, and what I would also like to do is finish the curtains in the airbnb bedroom, lengthen the black overalls I recently got from Buykud in China where it seems most women are five feet tall, water all the plants, feed the plants, feed the junipers, plant the tomato seedlings I got yesterday and begin to clean up the part of the outside that looks like the yard at Restore.

Then I'd like to write a couple of thank you notes, start work on next week's Saturday assignment and work a bit more on yesterday's unfinished assignment - oh, and definitely do my 300 steps on the StairStep machine and go on sorting out and organizing this room and put SOMETHING - ANYTHING - on eBay.  

There should definitely be a reward for doing half of the above but I'm not sure what it could be. 

Mercury trine Neptune

Ah, the daydreams one can have after a year of lockdown when one is - well when one is seeing a few little things that are starting to happen that didn't happen before lockdown. I'll say it only once but I say it to myself at least a couple of  times or more a day but what Mr. Microscope  said last Saturday about my homework - "This is a devastatingly good piece" - gave me that jumpstart whoever it was in that piece I wrote about 28 Plays in 28 Days all mixed up with Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolff needed. 

Not sure how much this has to do with Mercury/Neptune, which at least sent me into Final Draft to work on this coming Saturday's assignment, which I think will eventually be made into a TV show and then a movie, with maybe a Broadway Musical and Andrew Lloyd Wright does an opera, and of course it's now Friday night and it's not finished.

Ooh, My Mars is Showing

 God bless it, struggling along in Pisces in the eleventh house all the time. Every once in a while it gets a little jolt so when I went to play tennis this morning there were seven of us and I threw my spoon out of the highchair and said I wasn't staying.

Back from Walmart by 10:30, no wind, watered, dug in a bit more manured soil around things first on the list to get it and then, miracle of  miracles, found the instructions for the Matias keyboard and was able to connect in a minute.

Biggest challenge of the day has been using it. I have the MacBook Air propped up in front of me on The Ultimate Tennis Book, When Advertising Tried Harder and a couple of other books I'm supposed to be selling, and then the keyboard in front of all that and me on the other side of it. It appears I can no longer use a keyboard and I keep forgetting it anyway and I don't have a mouse so I have to go to the trackpad and then I start typing on THAT keyboard...

Self-indulgent to the max.

Uranus sextile Mars

 Blimey. This is one of those chugging away in the background for a couple of years thingies that started last summer - alarm bells! living in house all by myself for first time! - and continue for another year, by which time I'll probably be living in a tree house with a bucket on a rope or up in the adobe with a solar tube.

Freedom to be myself! Do things I have never done before! Understand  my personal needs and be unwilling to compromise! Enlarge my idea of my capabilities! Released from restrictions that have been holding me back!

Like I said, blimey.  Now if I can just finish my exercise for today's playwriting technique I can have a ponder about all of this. 

OK it really is Blimey. Finished exercise for week, first one read, when finished Mr. Can-always-find-something-to-suggest-in-everything said "Devastatingly good piece." Silence. 

Am I going to leave that there?

Do we have a major breakthrough here in the person peering through her birthday present  Harry's 3:00, which she didn't know were made and that she had no idea applied to Harry Potter and  reminded her that she really did have to go for the eye test?  Somebody told me I had done well and I wrote it down where others could read? Good Lord. Never happened before. I see a faint flicker of fire in the middle of my bushel. 

Ha! That would be Mars.