Wed. Nov. 30, 2022: A. Day. And then Another. Day

Charlotte and her banana. Photo by Devon Ellington

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Waxing Moon

Neptune, Chiron, Uranus, Mars Retrograde

Stormy and cold

Here’s a picture of Charlotte and her banana, because someone should have a good day.

Well, yesterday was A Day.

Sorry this is late, but today is shaping up to be A Day Again.

The transit chart warned me this would be a week of chaos and conflict influenced by the heavens, and drawing the Nine of Swords as my Advice Card for the day was another warning.

On the positive side, we talk about The Right Form For the Story over on the Process Muse.

I also posted a Holiday Mindfulness Oracle Reading over on Ko-fi.

You back? Good.

The worst thing that happened yesterday was that my giant Brother Color Laser Printer, which was expensive and so heavy it needs two men to life it, died. It turned itself off in the morning, and the power won’t go back on. You can tell Twitter is dying, because I posted a request for troubleshooting suggestions there and it was silent. Normally, I’d have a mix of actual help and mansplaining. CounterSocial and Mastodon offered suggestions, but most of it was what I tried, and both that and the stuff I hadn’t tried but then did, did not work. But I appreciated that people saw the post and genuinely tried to help. That’s always appreciated, and I made sure to thank and acknowledge them.

I will be heartbroken if a printer that was that expensive and under warranty at only two years old is dead for good.

Now, of course, I have to fight to get them to honor the warranty.

It’s not like I can load it up into the car and take it for repair. The tech has to come here.

So, no printer yesterday, and research for a small interim printer until we figure out what to do with the laser printer. I was going to buy a small printer anyway, that I could take with me on residencies. I just didn’t expect to get it right now, and lose the big laser printer, which is a necessity for my work.

I had A LOT of stuff I needed to scan this week, along with the regular printing, so it’s an issue.

I did the rounds to promote Legerdemain, and check in and interact here and there. Making the rounds of all the sites takes from 1 ½-2 hours, which I now need to build into the workday. Whether or not I “have” time doesn’t matter. It’s a necessary part of the job. People running around saying they “don’t have time” or “the spoons” to learn these new platforms are speaking from a place of privilege I do not have.

Twitter is mostly screaming right now, anyway. It makes me sad.

I turned around two script coverages in the afternoon. We got an issue with a misplaced synopsis sorted out, which I will deal with today. I have to sit through another “evaluation” soon. My numbers have gone up in the last months, I have a 100% on time rate, and I’m requested 5% more often than the average for readers, so what is there to talk about? Leave me alone to do my work or give me a raise.

I found out that library holds expired yesterday. I contacted the library to ask them to hold them over until I could pick them up this morning, but didn’t hear back. With the library closed for four days over the holidays, we should get a little extra time. All the same, my world will not stop if I don’t get a library book I ordered. I can order it again.

Centerville Library’s staff would just check them out and send me a note telling me they were ready whenever I wanted to pick them up, but then, I built relationships with those librarians over ten years. The turnover at this library is much higher, and while all the librarians know me, sort of, by this point, they don’t really know me. It’s whatever. I will cope.

A colleague asked for recommendations on something, and, having dealt with her requests before, she wants me to do initial introductions and labor on it, which I won’t do. I’ll give her the information. Someone else is nagging me to review her book, which I just received – give me a minute, would you? Paid work comes first.

I’m behind on getting out some other admin stuff that needs to be done this week, and I don’t want to let it slide.

It took me 45 minutes to upload my profile picture on Hive, between my tablet being slow and the site running slow. Hopefully, everything will even out soon.

On a happier note, I received a tax refund from the state. In this state, when there is a surplus of taxes collected, they don’t sit on it. They are required, by law, to return it to the taxpayers. So I got an unexpected refund check. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to cover the little interim printer I have my eye on. That little thing made me feel cared for by the Universe.

As far as writing went, I chose not to work on THE TREES WHISPERED DEATH yesterday, because I was working on the holiday story instead. However, as I passed the 2K mark and realized how much story there still was, this is not appropriate for the newsletter subscribers. So I have to come up with something else that can be a flash (I already have the idea) and switch over to writing the flash for the Ko-fi page in the next couple of days (that idea is a little weird, but fun. Ko-fi is where I do weird and fun).

This morning, I only did 1151 words on THE TREES WHISPERED DEATH, but they’re decent. I have to come up with a few more pages tomorrow morning to round out this chapter, and then we are where we need to be for the chapter I wrote last Friday, and that sends us careening toward the climactic sequence and resolution. It will come in short, on word count, for this draft, but as I revise it next spring, I will layer in the necessary period detail so it will hit the count organically (hopefully without info dumping).

I’m finishing NaNo at 59,736 (part of me says, come on, write another 300 words before midnight and hit 60K), but we’ll see.

I did not sleep well, between worrying about things and the cats being impossible.

Up a little after 5. Tessa is doing a Houdini act. I heard rummaging, and found her in a closed bureau drawer (that has not been opened for months). How did she get in there when there are no holes in the back of the bureau? It’s a mystery, but I’m glad I was home to get her out.

My back was spasming when I woke up, but a longish yoga session (under Tessa’s supervision) helped.

I dashed out early when the store opened that carried the printer I wanted. In and out in a few minutes with the printer, a 2-year warranty, and a hole puncher (I can’t find my other one, and Staples sent me the wrong case of paper).

Wolfed down breakfast and headed out again, just as the storm started. Hit up the library – they’d held my books for me, knowing I’d show up when I said I would. I am very grateful. Liquor store (gotta stock for a storm). Bank, to put in the refund check I’d just spent on the printer.

All the errands done in 20 minutes and home. Car safely slotted. Back to work. The winds are supposed to pick up seriously over the next few hours and be high until tomorrow night. The temperatures are in the 40s now, but will drop into the 20s tonight, so the rain might switch over to snow. They are positioning plows and utility trucks around the city.

Lots to do, so off I go. Have a good one.

And hey, all you who busted your ass for NaNo – good work! Cheers to you!

Wed. Nov. 23, 2022: Almost Feast Time!

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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

New Moon

Neptune, Chiron, Uranus, Mars Retrograde

Jupiter DIRECT as of tonight

Sunny and cold

Hello! This is a much shorter post today. Less ranting, more celebrating, some sorrow.

If you didn’t see my weird little micro fiction “That Darn Dog” over on Ko-fi yesterday afternoon, you can find it here.

This morning’s post on The Process Muse is about astrology.

So, yesterday I hit 50K on THE TREES WHISPERED DEATH and hit the Nano goal. I felt huge relief. Last year, I felt genuinely victorious with CAST IRON MURDER, since last year I was worried I’d never have it in me to write another novel again. Yesterday, I just felt tired. I’m worried that Nano has become, for me, too much about ego, rather than the work. It needs to be about the work first.

This morning, I wrote 2020 words on the book. Just because I hit 50K doesn’t mean I’m stopping. I have a book to finish. I just don’t have to be under the same pressures, and each day’s words can be more organic (although, as always, the goal is a minimum of 1K/day).

I’m definitely ready for the new moon, and even more ready (readier?) for Jupiter to go direct tonight. Since it’s the planet of expansion and material things, this is a good time for it to go direct, especially with my sales taking a hit because of Twitter’s death throes.

I’m looking forward to the weekend. I actually like cooking Thanksgiving dinner. For those of you who just recently joined the daily reading, for over 40 years, we used to go to Maine for Thanksgiving. The extended family rented the VFW Hall, and we usually had around 60 people for dinner. When it first started, everyone made an agreement that, for the day, it was about thanks and being together. No arguments, no drama. For the first few years, I made a box for the front hall with a sign saying, “Drop your egos here. You can pick them up on the way out.” After the first couple of years, we didn’t need it.

We’d cook in the giant, industrial kitchen. My job was the mashed potatoes. The potatoes were cooked in huge pots, and the masher was 4 feet long. I had to stand on a stool to get high enough over the pot to mash.

Large tables were set up in a U shape in the main room, with two buffets off to the side. One had the meal; the other was the dessert table.

As the years went on, I started taking responsibility for Wednesday’s meal, for those who set up the hall. I’d cook a gigantic casserole of something on Tuesday. We’d drive up on Wednesday, and I’d heat it up, and everyone who set up would come over for dinner. I also would bake something for the dessert table.

Even when I was working on Broadway, I made arrangements to take off at least Wednesday and Thursday (I made it back for Friday night’s show). And then I’d work Christmas, so someone else could have off.

We’d leave very early in the morning on the Wednesday, about 5 or 6 AM, and hit the Maine border around 9 or 10. We’d meander up slowly, visiting our favorite stores and places along the way. Once my grandmother died and my great uncle went into a nursing home, which meant the house changed hands, we started staying at a motel in Ogunquit, and getting in pizza from one of our favorite pizza places, rather than going up all the way and bringing the Wednesday dinner. The next morning, we’d drive the rest of the way up, help with the meal, help with the dishes, drive back to the motel,  and drive home early on Black Friday.

We stopped shopping on Black Friday about 20 years ago.

The pandemic, of course, made it impossible to have the dinner the past couple of years. And, by this point, there’s enough death and exhaustion that it’s too much to pull it off. So the extended family now has smaller family dinners. Last year we did a ZOOM dessert, but I think this year, everyone just wants to rest.

Things change. We had a great four decades of large gatherings. I will always be grateful for them. At the same time, something smaller works for me now at this point in my life.

Yesterday, I worked through a ton of email. I’m still behind in my Substack reading, which I will catch up on this weekend. I finally got Hive working on my tablet, although it’s very slow. I managed an intro post, and that’s about it. I have to figure out how I can upload graphics to the tablet and then into Hive. I want to run them off my flashdrive, but the tablet doesn’t always acknowledge the flashdrive.

The coffeemaker arrived. From snowy Buffalo! Isn’t it pretty? So shiny! So much bigger than I expected. And no instruction booklet (the box wasn’t even taped shut). The coffeemaker is complicated enough that I’m baffled, and want to read the instructions before I try anything. So I’m on the hunt on the Cuisinart site for it. I have to get different filters, too.

I turned around two script coverages yesterday, and have one today. I have to finish up a book review this morning, and send it off with the invoice. Clear the desk before the holiday weekend, right?

I intentionally did not discuss the shooting at Club Q in yesterday’s post because I was worried it would get lost in the noise, and it deserves more. It’s not at all surprising that the shooter is the grandson of a Republican politician who supported the insurrection. That is what happens when there are no consequences. No one has the right to go into a club and shoot people up because they make different choices. And when someone does an act of terrorism like this, there have to be serious consequences. Not the shooter and Rittenhouse becoming besties and poster boys for the GOP, which is the next step.

Those murdered and their loved ones deserve better. People deserve to live their lives without interference, and with love and joy.

Then, of course, this morning was news of another shooting, this time in a Virginia Walmart. I mean, that’s slightly more understandable that someone would snap at Walmart, but still not acceptable.

The only reason to have an AR-15 is to kill humans. That means anyone who owns one is premeditating murder, even if the target is yet to be chosen. And they must be so prosecuted.

Not the happiest note to end on before the holiday, so let me add this: may you have a joyful, delicious weekend without family drama.

Peace, friends. Catch you on the other side.

Wed. Dec. 29, 2021: A Day at the Desk

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Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Waning Moon

Uranus and Venus Retrograde

Snowing

Yesterday was kind of a mixed day. I did more admin work than I planned in the morning, which cut into the writing time, but it needed to be done. I need to move admin later in the day, because it siphons off too much creative energy if I do it in the morning.

It cleared up enough mid-morning for me to gather the rolly cart and a few bags and walk to Big Y. It’s not that far, about ¾ of a mile. Because the streets are one-way around here, the necessary curlicues one has to take on the roads make it farther in the car. It’s a pretty straight shot on foot. Plus, I looked in store windows and art spaces and walked by Ramunto’s Pizza, which always smells so wonderful. I haven’t tried them yet; they are on my list.

Picked up my mom’s prescription at CVS, then went next door to Big Y. The carts have wider rims, so the hooks on my rolly cart didn’t work, and I had to stash my cart inside the bigger cart instead of hanging it off the end, like I’ve done in other stores. But I didn’t need much, although I bought more than I planned.

I found a duck, which is exciting, although I think I will cook it for New Year’s Eve, rather than New Year’s Day.  I’ll do the baked salmon on the Day instead, which will balance better with the Eggs Benedict breakfast anyway.

It wasn’t bad hauling everything back in the rolly cart, but I definitely had to take a rest when I got back. Everyone was masked and distancing, so it was less stressful than it might have otherwise been.

I mean, when I lived in NYC, I used the rolly cart all the time to go to the store (even though ALL the grocery stores offered delivery). I had the rolly cart with me in San Francisco, back in the 80s, when I used to have to walk to and from the various stores. I just can’t buy as much as I can when I have the car, and with the pandemic numbers going up, the safety mechanisms being rolled back because all the government cares about is corporate profits, I’m not thrilled with the idea of shopping more often. But needs must, and hopefully, I can get the car fixed in the next few weeks. Once that’s done, I’ll do a couple of major grocery shops to restock long-term supplies,

And the walk is good for me.

Used the ham bone from the Christmas ham, along with kale and navy beans and sundried tomatoes, to make soup. It turned out well. Not a lot of leftovers. Maybe enough for two more meals. But that’s fine. When that’s used up, I’ll make the Moosewood Recipe for Black Bean soup I’ve been wanting to try. I have all the ingredients.

However, I do have leftover kale. Since I am not a big kale fan (although I’m trying to use it more often, because it’s so healthy), I have to figure out what to do with the rest of it. The Berkshires is obsessed with kale, so I’m sure I’ll find a recipe quickly.

Puttered around rather than doing my work, but hey, this was supposed to be my vacation week, and that is what my brain and body want.

I could feel the tensions influenced by the bone crusher square, and, being aware of that, made me aware of CHOOSING to be less reactive to tensions and frustrations. More of a sense of “Okay, this is bugging me, but it’s not that big a deal and not worth an argument, so why don’t I make that choice instead? It avoids a fight, but I’m also not rolling over.” Knowing the tensions in the square make poor choices/rash reactions likely, I can take a breath and choose not to react that way. That’s what meant about using astrology as a tool, rather than an excuse. I could have behaved like a jerk and just used the bone crusher square as an excuse. Instead, I was aware of the way it negatively influences, and made choices that were better in the larger context instead.

You know, the whole acting-like-a-grownup thing. Only understanding why certain tensions and pressures are stronger on a particular day.

Got my script coverage done and read another script, which I will write up today. I need to read/write up two scripts today/tomorrow and one more tomorrow in order to finish and take New Year’s weekend off. I planned only the remaining two, but I was requested for a coverage. That’s always an honor, so of course I said yes. In the information notes, the writer said my notes on two previous scripts had given this writer “a lot of strength to keep writing” which is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.  I sometimes wonder if I care too much about each script, but notes like this make it worthwhile, because it means my suggestions are genuinely helpful to the writer. And that’s the point of this – helping them with their craft, so they can share wonderful stories with the world.

I heard, last night, that City Ballet in NYC cancelled the rest of the NUTCRACKER run, due to COVID. They usually end on New Year’s Eve anyway, so it’s not that much earlier, but still disturbing, especially since one of my best friends works there. I contacted him; his last test on Tuesday was negative, so fingers crossed he hasn’t caught a breakthrough case.

Will finish “Dawn and Dorothy” today, and, hopefully, send it off tomorrow. It’s snowing again right now, so I will put off going to get the car inspected until it clears up later this morning. I’m grateful to have the flexibility.

Angry at the CDC for rolling back isolation time because corporations want to force people back to work. Yes, the science grows and changes as more is learned about how the variants mutate. But CEOs should not be dictating this. If anything, people need MORE time off, not less, and it must be paid. All of this talk about how Biden’s economy is booming – too many people are being sacrificed for it. It’s disgusting.

It was very discouraging to see so many people who should know better post photos of their irresponsible holiday behavior. No wonder we can’t get this under control.

Someone on Twitter talked about instead of party spaces, having library spaces where one can read all day in comfy chairs, and waiters pass canapes. A Reading Resort! Sounds wonderful to me.

Back to the page. I won’t get anything done on the Big Project today, but maybe tomorrow or Friday, I can get back to it. I’m behind where I want to be, but the foundational work I’ve done is vital to being able to write it smoothly when I go back to it.

Have a good one, people. Mask up, distance, stay safe.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


One of my last pictures of Violet and Elsa

Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto DIRECT today
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and humid

Pluto goes direct today; not sure how I feel about that. Secrets are revealed when Pluto is direct, and since I don’t really have any, it was secrets revealed TO ME, which is useful in the situation.

Hop on over to A Biblio Paradise to read Colin Galbraith’s great essay on how he found a way to keep increasing sales for FRINGE FANTASTIC over the years. Thanks, Colin!

The landlord has started to strike back, at at least one of the other tenants who’s also standing up to him (no thanks to the “leader” of the Tenant Org.). Another tenant is too afraid to make a fuss and just doing whatever they say. This is the tenant who, if I don’t actually do everything and take the consequences of everything FOR her, she won’t do anything. And I’m not a relative, and I don’t have legal authority to act on her behalf. AND I think she needs to take responsibility for her own life. I gave her all the tools — she has to be the one to put her signature on the documents. I’m not going to sign on her behalf and then have her claim I’m the one who broke the law. Can’t wait to see what they come up with for us (yes, that’s sarcasm). And the Buildings Dept. couldn’t be bothered to answer the phone yesterday, because, gee, that might mean someone had to get off a fat lazy ass or interrupt a personal phone conversation to do the job he or she was paid to do. And we can’t let that happen! (yes, more sarcasm).

On the up side, I got out a pitch late night, thanks to a Tweet someone forwarded me, the workshop is going well, and I got my next assignment from Confidential Job #1, which means I can invoice them as soon as I’m done.

The cats are grieving, and every time Violet sneezes, I have a nervous breakdown, because Elsa’s illness first manifested as a respiratory infection.

Not much writing done this morning– I have an appointment early in the morning, and then it’s back to the workshop and prepping for next week’s. And I’ve got some more sorting and purging, and go kick some corporate ass — they are trying to screw my elderly mother — AGAIN.

Things were supposed to get BETTER when Mercury went direct!

Devon

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010


Cat fountain at the Betsy Ross House, Philadelphia

Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde

Okay, according to the astrologer, calling this a “difficult” week for me is being kind. In fact, on the 6 & 7, I’m supposed to have Hell Days — EIGHT planets are squared in my chart, which means, basically, everything’s yelling at and in conflict with everything else. I’m going to try to remember to shut the F up, keep my head down, keep to myself, and stay out of trouble!

My upstairs neighbor (the nosy, demanding one) is having a fit about the landlords. I’ve given her the information she needs a half a dozen times, but, since she refuses to take personal responsibility and expects me to fight her battles for her — and then denies she ever asked me to if she is taken to task for it — I’m staying out of this one. As usual, she does not respect any boundaries and is constantly banging on the door — I’ve told her I don’t open the door when there’s no appointment. She can bang until 2015 for all I care — when I am working, I am not opening it. Another elderly tenant died and, of course, the scumbags are being disrespectful as they clean out her stuff. Let’s just say there’s plenty of chaos I could get involved in, and I have to remember to STAY OUT OF IT right now or suffer the consequences. I can’t win arguments over the next few days, so I should try my best to avoid them.

Yesterday was not as productive as I wished, thanks to the scumbag landlords yet again making life difficult. I got out a bunch of queries, ran some errands, worked with Elsa.

Elsa actually seemed a bit better. We’re doing our “homework” assigned by the Reiki Master twice a day, and I’m trying some other integrative therapies with her. She thinks they’re ever so much fun. Her attitude’s improved — now, if I could just get her to eat more. I’m feeding her kitten food to see if that’s easier on her stomach. So far, it seems to be working. She ate well yesterday, and this morning, she ate more than she has for weeks. She also seems happier and more comfortable.

I’m writing, working on the lectures, working on the marketing materials, etc. The contracts showed up in last night’s mail, so I will go over them, and, if everything is in order, I can make my announcement in the next few days.

Good writing session this morning – phew!

Devon

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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Thursday, July 15, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Hot, humid, rainy

I forgot to mention, with all the Elsa chaos, how deeply saddened I was by the death of George Steinbrenner. I’m not a baseball fan, certainly not a Yankees fan, but I was mildly acquainted with him at the track. He was a horse owner — just as impatient with horses and trainers as he was with baseball players. I told him he needed to be more patient with the horses, because horses aren’t as dumb as baseball players (he thought that was funny). In general, he found me amusing because I didn’t care that he owned a baseball team (or, as he put it “THE baseball team”). We talked horses. He was always kind, friendly, funny, and generous when our paths crossed. He was an impressario on par with what David Belasco did for Broadway, and those big personalities are always important to every game.

Happy to see WHITE COLLAR back. It’s a fun show, and the two leads are so beautifully in synch that it’s a joy to watch. It’s like watching two brilliant musicians jam together. The writing is so good and the actors take it and run with it and make it look effortless. COVERT AFFAIRS — sigh and head shake. The lead actress is one of those that the networks love, and she always gets high TVQ ratings, but I’ve never warmed up to her. She indicates too much — she lets us know what she’s going to say and do before she does it or says it, so there’s never a surprise and discovery — and it simply doesn’t work for me. But, like I said, networks love her, and so does the reviewer for THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER. I don’t see the appeal. Co-star Kari Matchett is so many levels above her in skill and talent and sparkle, but doesn’t get the buzz. And Christopher Gorham is a lot of fun – nice change from his character on HARPER’S ISLAND. So, yes, I like some of the supporting cast — yes, there’s someone else with whom I’ve worked on B’way! We’ll see. It does not bode well when I figured out the twist the first time the twist showed up on screen as a red herring. And I bet you I know who “the leak” is in the agency — could it be any more obvious? Sheesh. I also hated the opening sequence where they revealed her backstory — I thought it could have been done more cleverly.

We finally had some rain around here. We desperately needed it.

Pottery class was good. I had yet another teacher. I was so far behind everyone, though –it’s strictly a wheel-throwing class, and they’ve been together since June. But everyone was really friendly and helpful, and the teacher took time to show me some variations on throwing and centering — if I keep throwing clockwise, as my Thursday teacher taught, Asian-style, I’ll have problems in North America and Europe, because throwing is done counter-clockwise. While most wheels can go in either direction, some don’t. My Thursday teacher said you have to pick a way and stick with it; I figure I’m so new to it, I’ll adapt to the teacher of the moment.

Now, I would prefer to throw clockwise, because, to me, if you’re BUILDING something in the northern hemisphere, you go clockwise (deosil). If you’re UNDOING it/banishing it/whatever, you go counterclockwise (widdershins). I even make sure that I stir clockwise (I stirred counterclockwise when in Australia) if I’m making batter or stirring soup or whatever. So BUILDING a pot by working counterclockwise just feels wrong on so many levels.

However, since I’m new to the process and have yet to develop a technique, I figure I can still be flexible. Even though I’m told one “can’t” throw both ways, because of muscle memory, well, teach the muscles both ways. Or maybe that will just slow down my throwing even more.

This teacher also lived in one of the areas to which I hope to relocate. She gave me some good tips about the communities in the area.

I really like her, she was very patient with me, and she gave me some helpful hints in continuing my progress. But I squished everything by the end of the day, because, yet again, there was nothing worth saving. I felt frustrated and discouraged.

Except for glazing. We had a glazing intro, and it makes perfect sense. I get it, I love the glazes, I love the possibilities. The glazes “talk” to me.

Of course, if I don’t develop some technique, I won’t have anything to glaze!

I also met someone in class who is one of those people Anne of Green Gables would call a “kindred spirit”. She’s studying holistic medicine, she’s a cat and dog lover/owner, we just got each other. She gave me the number of a couple in a nearby town who do acupuncture (not overtreating, working as holistically as mine does) and also work on cats and dogs. I’m going to give them a call. I may do a session with them for both me and Elsa. The woman of the couple also does Reiki, something I’ve found very helpful.

Everyone crosses your path for a reason, right?

Went grocery shopping — ran into the former mayor again! Also stocked up on pet food, so there’s plenty in the cupboard while I’m gone (I’ve switched them now to ProPlan, which they all seem to like), and picked up some wine.

I checked with an astrologer, and now I’m throughly confused. Diane, and other Pisces, this may be of interest. First of all, she predicted the trip I’m taking next week. Second, she said that the 23rd would be a fantastic day of fun, friendship, and also career opportunities (Lori, that lunch may have more levels than we thought). She also said that we Pisces have had Saturn in Pisces since 2007, and have been going through a particularly difficult time of it. Yes. Between landlord stuff and illness and career shifts, I’d say yes. But, supposedly, on July 21, Saturn says goodbye until something like 2037, and those burdens lift. And Uranus leaves Pisces and doesn’t come back until 2082, when I don’t think any of us need to worry about it, so that takes another level of stress out, and frees up a whole area of creativity. The 26th is supposed to be an especially good day for all of us.

Now, my confusion comes with Jupiter. Jupiter moves into our second house of career and income, and stays there until halfway through 2011, according to this woman. She says money will improve greatly, pay off as much debt as possible between now and mid-2011, because the second half of next year may have a few glitches. However, according to my calender, Jupiter goes retrograde on July 23 until November 18, which means, on the tangible plane, it’s tougher financially (I had to do some sorting out before then to make sure it was as smooth as possible, which gone done on time, thank goodness), things on the home front can get wonky, etc. So, wouldn’t Jupiter going retrograde in my second house mean career glitches until November? To me, those two things are in conflict. She doesn’t seem to think so — she’s not paying much attention to the retrograde in general.

And I’m just confused. So I will proceed with caution.

Yes, yesterday was a day of contradictions.

I got a message from the vet that he put through Elsa’s new prescription. I spoke to the pharmacy — they shipped it out yesterday. It should be here today or tomorrow. If this doesn’t help her, there’s probably nothing that will. It’s quite inexpensive, and is used a lot in people, and now it’s starting to be used with animals.

Elsa was pretty perky overall yesterday — in better shape than I was, that’s for sure.

The vet said he’d call me between six and seven last night. And of course, didn’t. Now there’s a surprise. Not. But at least my little fit gets Elsa her medicine.

Today, I have my last session in my regular pottery class, since I will be away next week. I’d like to stay for some studio time and work on some pinch pots, that my first teacher taught me, and that are still my favorite. The other teachers keep telling me pinch pots are the hardest thing to do, but to me they feel the most natural and the best. I’m going to talk it all over with my first, brilliant teacher, and see what he has to say.

Everyone at the center is really nice and really friendly and really helpful, which makes time spent there well worth it.

I went to bed ridiculously early last night because I was exhausted. I did a good, challenging yoga sequence first to pull out all the kinks from bending over the wheel.

Devon

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