Well I suppose if you're going to go to a seminar on making a living will led by a knowledgeable, empathetic and attractive woman where you're given a form you can fill out that says you don't want to be in pain when you're dying, a good day to do it would be with the subject aspect.
THAT must be why I noticed the irrigation system was flooding the well house just as I was about to get in the car and go to the same seminar held last week. Makes perfect sense. That's why, even though the Sun was trining Neptune (water) last Thursday and you wouldn't expect a negative manifestation - today was a better day to go and the stars wanted me to attend on an appropriate day. Yeah, right.
Anyway, I thought it was an excellent seminar giving me shit-loads of food for thought. Do I want to be massaged with soothing oils while I'm dying? No thanks. Do I want members of my *faith group* (!) praying at my bedside? No thanks. Do I want my favorite music playing? No thanks.
Biggest impact on me - do I want my sheets changed often if I'm incontinent and unable to control my bodily functions? If I'm incontinent and unable to control my bodily functions I don't really want to be alive, thank you very much, and where's the box to check off for that?
Thought-provoking aren't really the words, but I can't think of any others. Make sure your primary care physician has a copy of this document? What if you don't have a primary care physician? Make sure the *loved one* you designate as your proxy when you're unable to speak for yourself has a copy of this document? What if you don't have a loved one to designate? Buy a "Do Not Resuscitate" bracelet (where from?) and wear it all the time? And why do they have so many scones and muffins on the grub table when everybody knows we're not supposed to eat that stuff?
As for the rest of the day, I don't know about simply enjoying myself "with more gusto and freedom than usual" (astrodienst as usual), but with three more hours to go until the aspect perfects at 9:30, I'm already on my third beer and doubt very much that I'll be feeling any pain when it becomes exact.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
jupiter goes direct
and i have a cat on my lap with his head on my left arm so can't do capital letters.
i wonder if jupiter's change of direction in my first house will mean i'll stop buying black v-necked long-sleeved t-shirts on e-bay or if i'll buy more.
is it the reason i'm writing something on here after not doing so for several days question mark (can't quite reach the shift key and the question mark key with one hand but i can manage the brackets). it is in gemini after all, ha ha.
is its station in that sign (gemini - mercury - hands) the reason i've been able to keep working on the ridiculously ambitious knitting pattern i'm attempting - counting stitches and looking up what yrn and yrnf and cb4 and slk1 mean and watching videos of hands and knitting needles and yarn on youtube and then pulling down what i've just spent hours doing and starting again instead of throwing it all out the window as i would have done once question mark.
or is that because there's been six inches of snow and my waterproof boots are in a storage locker in randolph mass so i can't go out and have to do something other than read the daily mail question mark.
or because saturn is kind of stuck (technical astrological term for beginning to station) trine mars for me, thus giving me a level of patience i don't remember having before yet another question mark (natal mars square uranus).
whatever it is, this one-fingured typing is much too slow for an aries to keep up for long, even if she does have saturn trining mars, so unless i want to move ginger i have to stop. i don't.
i wonder if jupiter's change of direction in my first house will mean i'll stop buying black v-necked long-sleeved t-shirts on e-bay or if i'll buy more.
is it the reason i'm writing something on here after not doing so for several days question mark (can't quite reach the shift key and the question mark key with one hand but i can manage the brackets). it is in gemini after all, ha ha.
is its station in that sign (gemini - mercury - hands) the reason i've been able to keep working on the ridiculously ambitious knitting pattern i'm attempting - counting stitches and looking up what yrn and yrnf and cb4 and slk1 mean and watching videos of hands and knitting needles and yarn on youtube and then pulling down what i've just spent hours doing and starting again instead of throwing it all out the window as i would have done once question mark.
or is that because there's been six inches of snow and my waterproof boots are in a storage locker in randolph mass so i can't go out and have to do something other than read the daily mail question mark.
or because saturn is kind of stuck (technical astrological term for beginning to station) trine mars for me, thus giving me a level of patience i don't remember having before yet another question mark (natal mars square uranus).
whatever it is, this one-fingured typing is much too slow for an aries to keep up for long, even if she does have saturn trining mars, so unless i want to move ginger i have to stop. i don't.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Venus on the Midheaven
This was yesterday, when I was busy planning future courses of action with decisiveness and firmness, but supposedly (astrodient as usual) also a time when love and affection were uppermost in my mind.
What this does is confirm for me the validity of a *poem* I once wrote while studying with Michael Lutin and being tasked with reporting what Valentine's Day that year had brought to us, his theory being that read as many cookbooks as you want, you will not *understand* astrology until you see how each aspect manifests for you.
This was four or five years after 9/11, a seminal event in my life, and about the time various and assorted insurance companies were at last willing to acknowledge the *event* had been of some import to me and my earning ability, me being left behind on the 37th floor of Tower Two when the rest of the floor had been evacuated and all, and Valentine's Day coincided with my being granted a sum of money equal to a couple of years' salary.
My *homework* read:
I think that Venus in my chart
Is crasser far than love and art.
Instead of "Oh I love you honey"
I got a great big wad of money.
So, with Venus on my midheaven, I made an appointment by phone to have a will drawn up and another appointment to close the refinancing loan on the house, spent the day completely by myself except for Ginger and was happy as a clam.
Why clams though? Who knows if they're happy? Is that why they use them?
What this does is confirm for me the validity of a *poem* I once wrote while studying with Michael Lutin and being tasked with reporting what Valentine's Day that year had brought to us, his theory being that read as many cookbooks as you want, you will not *understand* astrology until you see how each aspect manifests for you.
This was four or five years after 9/11, a seminal event in my life, and about the time various and assorted insurance companies were at last willing to acknowledge the *event* had been of some import to me and my earning ability, me being left behind on the 37th floor of Tower Two when the rest of the floor had been evacuated and all, and Valentine's Day coincided with my being granted a sum of money equal to a couple of years' salary.
My *homework* read:
I think that Venus in my chart
Is crasser far than love and art.
Instead of "Oh I love you honey"
I got a great big wad of money.
So, with Venus on my midheaven, I made an appointment by phone to have a will drawn up and another appointment to close the refinancing loan on the house, spent the day completely by myself except for Ginger and was happy as a clam.
Why clams though? Who knows if they're happy? Is that why they use them?
Mars Sextile Mercury, Report
Well this will teach me not to be sarcastic about cookbook interpretations - (it won't, but never mind) - not only did I plan one future course of action with decisiveness and firmness, I planned two; three if you count getting a call from organizer of Living Will seminar I missed last week because of floods in the well house and signing up for the next one.
Backstory again: It was three months after 9/11 when I decided I needed to make a will. Since then the word has headed probably every third to-do list I've made, the ones when I'm feeling serious.
For the first few years it was followed by "Buy Forms," which I did indeed do - four, actually, as that's the way they were sold, and somewhere, probably in the storage locker in Randolph, inside some kind of accordion pleated portable file folder, next to the map of Central Park I really do intend to send to a friend in New York with no sense of direction, I still have them - nicely folded little brochurey things with "Last Will and Testament" printed on the front.
These days "Will" is usually followed by something like "Do Dramatists Guild Web Page" or "Research UK Theatres" and before too long degenerates into "cat food" and "go to dump" before getting covered in scribbled phone numbers and vague attempts to figure out how much money I've spent at Walmart in the month, which is the signal for it to go in the trash and me to reach for a new piece of paper.
But I digress; a mere eleven years after first writing the word I asked a friend here in Silver for the name of an attorney and called to make an appointment for the deed. Operative words in the previous sentence are "here in Silver." When I had no response to the message I left, I called again and left another message. And another. And another.
And that was the end of that, until yesterday, with Mars sextiling Mercury, when I called yet again, got a real live person on the other end of the phone and have an appointment to have a will drawn up next Monday afternoon. The attorney is a woman and the aspects for the day include Mercury sextile Venus. I DID NOT CHECK THE ASPECTS WHEN MAKING THE APPOINTMENT.
AND my personal loan officer from Bank of America called and God willing I'll be closing on the refinance the day after I make the will. Not bad for future courses of action.
Backstory again: It was three months after 9/11 when I decided I needed to make a will. Since then the word has headed probably every third to-do list I've made, the ones when I'm feeling serious.
For the first few years it was followed by "Buy Forms," which I did indeed do - four, actually, as that's the way they were sold, and somewhere, probably in the storage locker in Randolph, inside some kind of accordion pleated portable file folder, next to the map of Central Park I really do intend to send to a friend in New York with no sense of direction, I still have them - nicely folded little brochurey things with "Last Will and Testament" printed on the front.
These days "Will" is usually followed by something like "Do Dramatists Guild Web Page" or "Research UK Theatres" and before too long degenerates into "cat food" and "go to dump" before getting covered in scribbled phone numbers and vague attempts to figure out how much money I've spent at Walmart in the month, which is the signal for it to go in the trash and me to reach for a new piece of paper.
But I digress; a mere eleven years after first writing the word I asked a friend here in Silver for the name of an attorney and called to make an appointment for the deed. Operative words in the previous sentence are "here in Silver." When I had no response to the message I left, I called again and left another message. And another. And another.
And that was the end of that, until yesterday, with Mars sextiling Mercury, when I called yet again, got a real live person on the other end of the phone and have an appointment to have a will drawn up next Monday afternoon. The attorney is a woman and the aspects for the day include Mercury sextile Venus. I DID NOT CHECK THE ASPECTS WHEN MAKING THE APPOINTMENT.
AND my personal loan officer from Bank of America called and God willing I'll be closing on the refinance the day after I make the will. Not bad for future courses of action.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Mars Sextile Mercury
OK, so here I am bright and early on this cloudy Monday morning in the Land of Enchantment, all set to "plan a future course of action with decisiveness and firmness" just as soon as I get out of bed ha ha (quote courtesy of astrodienst as usual).
At the very least, she said optimistically, I might manage to get vaguely up-to-date with this blog and perhaps manage to knit (Mercury - fingers) another row of the tunic I seem to think I'm making for the Peanut - two weeks into it I've managed two sections of the eight-row pattern on one sleeve, and have produced a unique one-sided cable design; half of it is fine and twists around as I think it should, but the other side does a fascinating Bermuda Triangle imitation - or do I mean the Cheshire Cat - and disappears for four rows at a time before beginning again out of nowhere.
As it is already 10:15 and I have until only 14:57 before my decisive planning abilities disappear for the day, I am getting out of bed to execute the first of my goals - light the fire so I can sit in front of it and watch Law and Order SVU reruns while pretending I know how to Sl1K, yfwd and CB4 (which may or may not mean the same thing as C4B).
At the very least, she said optimistically, I might manage to get vaguely up-to-date with this blog and perhaps manage to knit (Mercury - fingers) another row of the tunic I seem to think I'm making for the Peanut - two weeks into it I've managed two sections of the eight-row pattern on one sleeve, and have produced a unique one-sided cable design; half of it is fine and twists around as I think it should, but the other side does a fascinating Bermuda Triangle imitation - or do I mean the Cheshire Cat - and disappears for four rows at a time before beginning again out of nowhere.
As it is already 10:15 and I have until only 14:57 before my decisive planning abilities disappear for the day, I am getting out of bed to execute the first of my goals - light the fire so I can sit in front of it and watch Law and Order SVU reruns while pretending I know how to Sl1K, yfwd and CB4 (which may or may not mean the same thing as C4B).
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Well I Found Neptune....
...being trined by the Sun yesterday, as I was panicking over the water fountains in the well house and wishing I'd listened to Irrigation Lady and not turned the system on till Valentine's Day - not quite the manifestation I'd expect from the aspect.
I did find myself later in the day, when I'd put everything I took from the well house into the adobe except for the huge white wooden shop fitting with a thirty-six inch ruler stuck to its front along with a sign saying "Ties 25 cents" that I dragged onto the back patio, sitting with Ginger on my lap for a good ten minutes doing absolutely nothing except having Ginger on my lap, which is more like what I'd expect from the gentle presence of Neptune ha ha.
But that was yesterday and today is today and Saturn is due to trine Mars in exactly 26 minutes, so I had probably get myself out of bed and take myself off to play tennis before coming back to deal with yesterday's events.
I did find myself later in the day, when I'd put everything I took from the well house into the adobe except for the huge white wooden shop fitting with a thirty-six inch ruler stuck to its front along with a sign saying "Ties 25 cents" that I dragged onto the back patio, sitting with Ginger on my lap for a good ten minutes doing absolutely nothing except having Ginger on my lap, which is more like what I'd expect from the gentle presence of Neptune ha ha.
But that was yesterday and today is today and Saturn is due to trine Mars in exactly 26 minutes, so I had probably get myself out of bed and take myself off to play tennis before coming back to deal with yesterday's events.
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