Taurus 28° (May 19)
Trying to get a handle on how I feel to day. For starters, I’d worked out (wrongly) that low tide was at 7:30 AM and I awoke at around 4:30 and just lay there till 6, whereupon I stumbled to the kitchen to make myself a Nespresso pod. I took a look at the tide chaht and it said 6:30 low tide. So I woke Sleeping Beauty. And we hustled ourselves together and got down to the beach where I haven’t been since the shark attack last September. There was a sort of gravemarker shaped like a boogie board with the poor boy’s name Arthur Medici “Shred It In Heaven” which felt wrong. He was attacked by a shark—shred doesn’t work in this context. Anyway it was the first long beachwalk of the season and we had to be barefoot for parts of it and wow was that water cold. But there was nobody there of course. A few seal heads bobbing far out. It was Full Moon last night so it was verylow and you can see that it had been veryhigh six hours ago. I jogged a bit. Typically the first major constitutional of the year can make me winded. I guess I’m in better shape than I thought. However I really need to stop tipping the scales and get my Libra ass lighter. Actually my ass is not the problem. Would that it were a bit more fleshy.
Now that it’s (getting to be) nice weather, I’m disinclined to hibernate (isolate, really, because my tendency to do so has nothing to do with hibernia); and I’m looking forward to this season of keeping it real. It’s near exactly two months until I step off a plane in Sicily and I want to feel a thousand percent. I’m not really sure who is going to be there or where we are actually going. I don’t have a direct line to information about our to’ing and fro’ing of that sort at all. Which is good because I have enough in my head. Too much. I am chipping away, chipping away. I have reached out to a bunch of folks regarding festival times and dates. I just said to S. yesterday I think I’ll contact Rick Berlin and then today he contacted me and I cast him on the spot. How weird is that? Less than twelve hours from thought form to reality. My other friend whom I’ve texted now twice has decided to ignore which is fine. The irony being that last time we spent time together said friend was on a mild rant about another performer friend of ours who did this exact thing of ignoring texts to them. I guess it’s catching. No big woop. My friend is a very successful performer who makes bank and I understand not wanting to schlep to perform for no money, unless as a favor.
I’m antsy again today but I think I’d do well to just fight it and try to glide into an innocent Sunday night. I’m going to work late and drink tea so I can watch the GOT finale. I have very low expectations. I’m also going to be really happy to be free of thinking about that show. I know that some of you out there can feel that. Also when it started my life was very different, in all ways, good, bad or indifferent. Regardless, sometimes it’s the change that comes with the passing of time that can still emotionally haunt me. I am easily hurt by people and so I do that thing of being disproportionately reactive. Anyway new subject. We had a fun night last night and have two lists, one we are calling punch, the other we are calling judy. I decided I wanted wine too late and now the shops are closed (the good ones anyway) which is just as well.
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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