Libra 15° (October 8)

By any other name: S. had to do some errands in the town of P. and I stayed home to wait for deliveres and to deal with the work being done in the basement. It was a fairly wet day off and on. The kind of day only a cape kid could get into. I haven’t been sleeping well and sort of fell in the early morning, waking up cranking and abruptly. The reentry is feeling harder than expected and try as I might to get my thoughts down on paper, I am once again a bit stymied. I will be cranky and not good company and take my bike into town for some necessary oysters. I really needn’t hoard the money I’m sitting on and must use it to pay some fees and so forth for the coming year. We also have these costume events coming up so it will be good to get some of that work done as well. Some light keeps going on and off. Okay so we really should move this thing along. I still have quite a nice time ahead planned. Let us turn it out and up and make it good and right. I will set up shop in Boston this year. I still have a few bucks to play with. I could get my own office somewhere even, nice and cosy. Say Allston or some such I don’t mind being out there to be honest. Well yes I do. I prefer to be in Brookline and that is fairly easy to finesse. Cambridge too of course but it really doesn’t matter much where. I am keeping my funds in the back and I am feuling them; then when I have it all together I will set myself up as some kind of creative monster.

As if I’m supposed to understand how this works. All I know is that in fifty minutes from now I will have finished up all that I am wanting to say, take a shower, and be slicing zucchini. This stream of consciousness period in the Blague must be driving people bonkers; and perhaps I don’t give folks anything much to hang onto. If they are coming to this fresh today they have no guide as to what this seeming rant is all about. But that can be okay too, don’t you think. I do. There will come a time when all shall be revealed. What people shouldn’t do is search for their names on here that can be dangerous. But wow what a great device for me going back over things. And well, who cares, Edith? I wonder if Edith and Mary have ever seen The Women. I would love to have an entertainment center in my house with recliners of sorts. Imagine inventing an untacky recliner. Well the Courbusier chaise longue aint bad. Will I be too old to be sexy in Paris. Is there still hope for me. We shall see! We shall see!Those just might be the lines from a musical about a middle-aged flaneur. With a little bit of drageur thrown in for good measure, why not? It’s all your fault Jessica. If you weren’t doing some Weineropera there wouldn’t have been a chain of musical director’s chairs. We had director’s chairs growing up. They were such a thing. I don’t totally hate them but they are not my faves either. I was never really down with the wicker wonders that hung from the ceiling next to plants in macrame holders. That was never my scene. I didn’t like the seventies very much as I was living them. They didn’t fit my body type at all. I was a Danny in a Keith Partridge world.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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