Leo 22° (August 14)
Went to the farmer’s market today for the first time in two years and the last time ever. It was like fifteen dollars for a bag of peppers and one stalk of fennel. A tiny chicket cost twenty six. I’m happy to have paid this kind of money today because it goes to a good cause (I guess, if the farmer’s market is a cause), but that is some stoopid shit. Seriously. I live in a town with at least three liquor stores and not one decent bottle of wine. I have to drive about twenty minute to get a whole chicken or a decent bottle. So I thought okay I’ll got the farmers market but now all I can think is I’m happy to get in the car and drive the twenty minutes to a store. Oh, the Mercury retrogradeness of it all, and we are nigh on a full moon too I think. Why did I ever choose now to take a break from drinking wine. Wine is the only thing that makes me feel good at this point.The world is falling apart. So I advocated for a wine run and got it and I am so fucking glad. Yes I will look at photos of myself from 2014 and know that I have to do the twenty-one day cure. You know the twenty-one day cure? You don’t. Oh well, I’m certainly not going to tell you. I have made some good inroads these last few days but I’m definitely struggling a bit when it comes to putting first things first. One way or another, starting on Tuesday of next week, I have to be able to focus on just two projects, which means getting one major one out of the way, pretty pronto. I’ve gotten myself backed into a bit of a corner these past few days. But that’s fine. I have also made some progress. Twenty five days until festival and I really need to get things cooking. I will finish up one of the HA books today, editing, and then move to two a day after that. By Tuesday my morning ritual will be all about the sample chapter and I will try to put it all together in a fortnight. I think if I get some things off my plate (read: mind) I could have a singular understanding of what needs doing.
I will go down the list of existing supporters and I will do a whole tie in to the social meda. Tomorrow would probably be a good time to come up with some language to get the Sparklers into gear. There will only be three weeks left, working around the clock, to optimize the opportunities here. And that’s okay. Why not? I will go on the total offensive with folks, getting them super motivated and there is no statute of limitation here. And there is infinite time to make things sing. I have to make this process easy or else it will come back to bite me in the hiney-ho. I’m feeling great, been enjoying being back on Cape, finally, having gotten through the reentry. As always, the boat now feels like a dream I had not anything real. I actually will have to go back and read some of the history to remind myself of all the places I’ve been. I’m looking very forward to having our entrepreneurial life take hold. We are living in troubled times but there is a desire to push forth. I’m sort of late to the party asking certain people to give but that’s just too goddam bad. Money needs to be made and no stone will be left unturned in the final three weeks to getting to our goal. There is no privacy to be had. Ever. The sheep in wolves clothing are circling once again. I can’t hear the falconer either. Nor do I want to? Fuck the falconer. Fuck every control freak. I can only ask people to leave me alone but will they? No. I remember going up Skyline Drive in New Jersey to go record shopping and there was some redneck shit going on. It is one of the LCD factors that people fall into. I am blissfully unaware of others. But I would go and I would find Buffalo Springfield and Doors and Byrds records and it was always a good day up there. I don’t know that I would enjoy it now.
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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