Taurus 6° (April 25)
Got up chugged a coffee and headed, masked and hopefully not dangerous, to Orleans to food shop. It was relatively empty and people were respectful of personal space except for this one douchebag. We hand wended our way to the last, predominantly dairy, aisle, when this thumbish asshole reached into the inches I was inhabiting, not wearing a mask, but holding some kinda cloth over his mouth, what? He grabbed eggs and promptly headed to check out where he was barefaced and ungloved. The checkout workers said nothing. I was offering my opinion to a general audience pretty audibly. One of the managers gave him the hairy eyeball and then turned to me to say these motherfuckers. He didn’t use that word but close. We then hit the health-food store and the fish monger and headed home, unpacked, and doubled back to the wine shop for some Chinon. I did a quick turnaround at the dump and came back just as the sibs-in-law pulled up. We weren’t terribly strict in the distancing department but nobody hugged. Genevieve scooped up a chick on the property, black in color. S. came to find me while I was working upstairs. I called the farmer and sure enough he has chicks. But he was like “I don’t know how that happened;” never thanked us for finding the little bugger. I really am over people with terrible manners. It truly is not good enough. There is a lot to do and see in Maine and so much fun to explore. It truly is like its own country and I’m not sure we need to too far afield to find something fabulous. I think Bath is becoming quite the little city and could offer us a lot of good.
Anyway I made a chowder for tomorrow and tonight we will have salmon with potatoes and tomatoes. I feel like maybe I already said that. It doesn’t much matter. I am doing the best I can in these itchiest of circumstances. My cursor just froze, reminder to keep saving. Phew. The devil is in the purse. The point is that I have this three paragraph rule, as a rule, writing this. And some days I just have to go for volume. I’m sort of disappointed that there isn’t much in the way of content from my reading through five Blagues a day dating back over five years ago of writing this daily, but I am still getting a good idea of what is in store. S. will speak with Jill and Aine and Jo on Zoom today while I cook. I am asked to make an appearance and look like crap. Sort of unfair as everyone else gets a chance to prepare their appearance. I have a feeling there will be no sailing this summer after all. Neil is just about to return to work in a medical post. This does worry me I must say. I just want everyone to be safe and well. I have the most ironic of afflictions given the fact I have been in insolation. I think it might well have grown out of the experience here, in this house. But I will never know it. I am grateful to be finished with certain bad habits that mightn’t have been serving me. I will work two eight hour days and make magic people.
Fell asleep watching horrible latest and last Will and Grace, which does, nonetheless have funny lines and its familiarity is unmatched and so appreciated. Only to wake up again around one and have to entertain myself once again. This will be the last of this sort of thing. There is enough on my plate and in my imagination to keep me going. I will forge ahead as best I can and try to make some sense out of this. If I am not feeling cured of what ails me by Thursday then I will hop in the car and take one more crack at a cure. On Monday I will have to go get the mail that awaits me. At least this way I can put some cash in the bank and keep things moving in terms of putting finances together and to bed for the time being. I should feel good about all the progress I am making despite the fact the world has gone completely crazy. Dinner was delicious, I made a shallot, tarragon and chive butter to spread onto the salmon, I sautéed the tomatoes with thyme; and in the chowder I put turkey bacon, onion, celery, thyme and leeks, primarily, with the clams and clam juice as well as a little chicken broth. The BIL is so selfish and self-serving and I got the sense that this visit was all about him in the end. Will be fun to have a little shop in Maine, maybe, sometime, as a retirement plan. I reach out and talk to folks and sometimes I am fortunate to hear back. Sometimes they just ignore me which is disturbing but I suppose I’m used to it. Thursday will begin my yoga. Tuesday I will get in some teeth whitening. I don’t know if people are stretched to their limits; I do know that having brick and mortar isn’t easy for most people. I hope these corrections do have an impact on the glut and the glutonous.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 176-180 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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