Taurus 5° (April 24)

 

I will spend the whole of this day on laundry and watching the “Explained” series on Netflix. This is something I must do. I will learn that Nançoise and brood will descend tomorrow, which is fine. Do we end up jonesing on RuPaul, I think we do, only to discover, we are up-to-date. This is part of what I want to put down: I want to be perfectly frank about certain things. Certain past things that elude me. It isn’t okay to feel behind any kind of eight ball. I would say to the guy who actually does eight balls (or pretends to): it does not make you interesting. You are either an addict and will succumb at some point, or you are using this as some kind of mystique Forgive me but I don’t forgive you I would say to this character that I see right through you. You have managed to fool a great many people over the years, many to whom I introduced you; but some of your so-called best friends have died and you scarcely knew them. I always wondered, in regard to the time you posted on social media, your lament, about Wiley (your best friend) passing away which you coupled with that for Walter whom you could have scarcely known, if you were some how contextualizing? I can’t even put my question that well into words. I remember now, en route back from Belize I think it was, that we stayed for a spell in Miami Beach, which was like being in a glitzy (ridiculous) beach town like Belmar where I grew up summers. People seem to know more than we know. Like we are not going to open up, again, for business. It was decided we would eat pizza with an arugla salad tonight, which is super by me.

It feels like Friday and I will take a little drive to get a couple boticellis. The air is thick with fear and sadness and boredom. I am still dealing with my own little personal plague. I will be finished with the branding project by Wednesday at the very latest. I have reworked my schedule to accommodate a pretty accelerated book-writing process. I will have to be rather efficient. I am also aiming at accelerating the loss of a stone by June 1. I will be taking my daily beach walks. I will see if the garage is still doing inspections. It will make more sense to have those done in June in any case. I need my little vehicle to pass inspection. I think water is coming in due to the hood being open. You see I have this ongoing problem with my hood ever since I drove the car and the hood flew up and crashed my window and broke my hinges. I will get in touch with those chaps in the coming weeks. Meanwhile I will need to find a clever way to rid myself of bottles and the like. Some large green/black garbage bags should do the trick. On Thursday of next week I will draft my letter. It will be near impossible to get people to donate to my cause this year and I might have to simply take a back seat and try to build for next year instead. I will devise some kind of (hopefully convincing) note. Mental health is at the forefront more than ever right now with this current weirdness looming. You know I keep getting these passing thoughts, areas I could be writing about, but then they disappear just as quickly as they arrived. I’m hoping some clarity will come in the next several days. Lords know I need some. Otherwise I might just sit and read my book. I will probably do that anyway, as I’m finally into Circe, which Griet gave me years ago, knowing it would be right up my alley. I have a feeling the author might have read Sextrology because in our book we isolate Libra woman archetype as the sorceress-goddess of sorts and speak of miasma and these words are baked into the characterization in Madeline Miller’s book. 

Sometimes I just want to find a tiny house with a lot of land and grow herbs and make essential oils and continue to publish book after book after book. There are plenty of illustrators; I just can’t believe that it is up to the author to pay one—we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Anyway, I have to push through and make hay and all the other clichés that are out there. I write a sentence and immediately my mind moves onto something else. That won’t be a problem in the coming days. I can feel “myself returning.” I’ve done things one way and now I am ready to do them another. I just want to knock off as early as possible and get cozy in this freezing so-called Spring. It was sunny one day this week and now we are back to the gloom. Soon the beach, everyday, for a walk.

The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 171-75  I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:

There was nothing to include for this past span of five days!

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. 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 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, 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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