Aries 14° (April 3)
Again, today, there isn’t much to post from the past, as explained below in this Blague. So I will attempt to make this day as interesting as I can for you all. Last night was an absolute blast. We were in full lockdown, listening to Dee Lite and dancing and then we sang around the piano, just the two of us. Dinner was lovely mushroom faro stew. We watched this tacky movie that is sort of good called Troop Beverly Hills with Shelley Long. She should have had more of a career. There was that remake of Mr. Blandings called The Money Pit. I remember it became a title of a story in the magazine On The Avenue, the tabloid of Avenuemagazine. That’s for another day. Back to what happened today. Well we had a lovely breakkie of miso-tahini spread on toast and coffee. I organized and cleaned and we had an early client, one of our favorites. I know I’m not supposed to say that but that’s how I feel. Then we had a lunch of romaine hearts with cherry tomato, turkey bacon, chopped egg, oregano and parmesan with a lovely dressing. Then we set off shopping, which is more intense an experience than it was last week. And certainly way more intense than during the weeks before that when our dear leader was still calling it a hoax. We will find evidence of this maniac knowing full well this was real on a date preceding him telling we the American people it was a hoax.
I woke up at about four and there was a Susan Blakely film on. Report To The Commissioner. Richard Gere plays a pimp. It is “seventies New York” on TCM this month. Which is fitting since NYC looks as vacant now as it did early Sunday mornings in the me generation. After lunch we went shopping as I said and got fish at the fish shop and food and dry goods at Friends and wine from Town Center. All great places for which I am so thankful. We unpacked and had another client, also a favorite plus. Love our clients today. And we got a decent figure for our book and we accepted the offer. I am now making rutabaga and haricot verts amandine to accompany a salmon. We will have ice cream to celebrate. I am drinking a delicious inexpensive organic/biodynamic red wine. All the food is cooking. I have a schedule to make and I must rejig the two week menu which has now grown, likely to four weeks worth of food in the house, I kid you not. I’m going to start working the freezing. A client has a friend in a movie in which my friend is one of the stars but I only know this because the client gets me looking it all up online. I keep thinking about another client we haven’t spoken to in recent times. I think I need to ask Stella if she’s heard from her. I am a bit of a psychic; and I need to become more so, which means getting really spaced out which means losing forty pounds. Okay so I’ll lose fifteen and only be a little psychic. Meanwhile, I don’t care what the scales say. As a Libra, whose symbol is that brutally honest apparatus, I can tell you, in all sincerity, that I have never felt better about myself, physically, than ever before in my life ever. I’m big and feel full of beans and fantastic. I have muscle in any case which might be tipping said Scales. And I just basically feel kick ass and older and looking great for my age. So suck a dick all haters (and you know who you are you little cowards). “Wow, Quinn seems angry and off on a tangent.” No. Just expressing as you should do. And the suck a dick line is a direct influence of my current Bojack Horseman binge.
If I were to write one more paragraph I would be a freaking hero. So here’s the deal: Tomorrow is Saturday and I must: Prepare tomorrow’s Blague; tackle both the Taurus and Aries set ups for the next year’s book guides and if I have time go through some receipts. Why? Because, that way I can focus on the crickety bits on Sun and Mon. Bye.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 71-75. 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:
So I’m going to do a little experiment—why don’t you join me. Let’s look at what’s on our plate and accept the fact that it is of our choosing. Then, wherever there is any element of dread involved, let’s change that story. Either we remove the components that cause us stress or anxiety, or we decidedly go about them from a completely different angle than we ever have before. What is dread, really, but prethinking? So let us first not prethink. I often tell clients, “If you’re worrying than you’re not working,” and I sometimes must practice what I preach. Because really the task or project at hand isn’t the problem; the real issue is our own particular battle within for a certain joy-in-efficacy; and it is important to give ourselves things in life that we can accomplish without too much struggle that impart said joy. This “blague” for instance. I do it every day and it does provide solace and, yes, happiness; I have no expectations of it, really, which is out of character as I mentioned. It is just a thing I do, a new field of experience into which I can bleed. As I write this I realize that it might be doing something unexpected in the process: Making me hyper aware of activities I undertake that don’t impart the same sense of well-being. Uh-oh.
Well, again, I’m going to scan my plate and determine what I’m dreading. I will either ditch it from my plan or embrace it and try to execute it in a different manner, evolving the how, and paying the what no never mind. We can create the unfamiliar even in the face of the proverbial that breeds contempt. The truth is that reality is all unexpected. Anything can happen at any moment. Perhaps we keep ourselves on hamster wheels or running in ruts out of fear of the unknown, which might well just be some new variables. Well I say bring on these new variables, because daddy needs a new equation. Stat. Oh wait, it’s my responsibility to provide that. So I’m going to get on that. The point is dear readers: Today is about rising to a new occasion. Let’s work this mother out—forgiving the split infinitive, please. Aquarius is all about the future and it starts with this new field of perspective on what already exists before us. So yes, yes, the future is now.
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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