Leo 21° (August 12)


Getting a bit waylaid but also plowing through chunks of business that cannot wait. We did a bit of work in the morning —getting all ducks in a row in regard to Mass MoCA so when that converation happens there is some understanding of where I’m coming from—then headed into Provincetown. I swear these days everytime I leave the house something weird happens. We were inching along Commercial Street and had to squeeze past a sort of dump truck looking thing when all of a sudden the driver, wearing one of those neon green shirts, jumped out and down onto the ground with just inches of space between our car and the truck, and bounded into our right hand mirror which easily folded in. He then started shouting that we hit him. We openend the window and said, first, calm down, second you bashed into our car, well, not even our car, just our mirror, which folded in which it is designed to do. He either was waiting for some kind of opportunity like this (in my most skeptical thinking) or he was just weird and belligerent and, more likely than not, on something. Anyway he was ranting and raving and there was no talking with him so we just pulled away as traffic was backing up behind us. He then started running after our car yelling at the top of his lungs. So we stopped again and both got out and again were trying to calm him down but he was raving like a lunatic and taking pictures of our license plate. He was a DPW worker we now realized and was read in the face and becoming increasingly aggravated and threatening. One of us said something like “are you drunk?” at which point he turned one-eighty on his heels and started back down Commercial Street. We continued on to the post office, our destination, and pulled around to the back lot; we decided, given his threats, and his snapping of our license plate, and his overall seemingly psychotic behavior that we better phone the police. As we had them on the line I saw his truck pass by on Commercial and I had the feeling he was going to pull behind the post office as well; sure enough here he was and we told the police he was now in the parking lot. They instructed us not to engage and we locked the car doors and he drove by us, slowly and menacingly. They were sending a squad car, which soon arrived with two officers, one of whom took our statement and my driver’s license information. After the post office, where one of us ended up leaving our keys, that’s how shook up we were, I dropped S. off at an appointment and went to get some posters and post cards I had on order from the local printers. Nora was there obviously getting things printed for a show. Turns out she is doing the one she premiered at Afterglow (and never promoted) for now a third time in town. She reprised it last year for that thief at Provincetown Theater; and now she is doing it at Velvet. I told her we would definitely try to be there.

That was a long paragraph.

Made a formal complaint about that DPW worker after lugging all my printed materials back to the car. Then Stella and I went to lunch at Canteen and then met with Tim about our tee shirt (and more to come) collection, which seems to be selling great without that much fuss. Come September I will surely give more focus to that. We bought some sole and some zucchini and had a really lovely meal and (me, again) watched the final Years and Years (what an incredible production) and then I turned S. on to Sleeping With Other People which is like a dirty rom-com. I usually don’t like Jason what’s his name but he’s prety good in this and it’s just a bit of dumb fun while the world downward spirals into chaos. Everything is on fire, and that is just they way they want it. We are not going to find a savior this time. We have to do it ourselves. I think revolution is coming much sooner than people want to believe—mainly because it’s such an inconvenience to folks. I did manage to make some inroads and JCM said he’s going to help promote the festival in IG which is really kind of him. My so-called assistant has an alter ego and I have been wating to get them onto FB. The fact is they have a FB profile they just have never really used it. From appearances, they have been living in Italy (and still doing work for us) and now they are back to home in their ancestral lands and are going to help me with some social media and press and also the writing of the blurbs for the concierge section on our site. The plan is to then post those blurbs with photos of the places with a link to the concierge sections of the website, driving traffic there. I think this will make for a very good formula moving forward. Also as I keep following peeps on the AF IG this gives me a great list to work down asking for Missionary love (and if I don’t get that then…won’t you just please then Sparkle).


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.


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