Sagittarius 12° (December 4)


Wow the strangest dreams again last night. We have been falling asleep by nine and getting up by five the latest for many days on end now and I have to say it feels amazing. I am feeling rather caught up on projects and today will be a rather simple affair of doing some writing (including this) and catching up on banking (including a trip to do so in person in Provincetown) and completely cleaning up my desk and straigthening up the entire office continuing to make and run down the requisite lists in preparation for the grand departure. It is nigh on nine o’clock and I have done a bunch of busy work and communicated with T-S on follow up to yesteday’s conversation and I have prepared a soup and some roasted carrots and will ready myself for getting things to discard along the way into town today. Carbage is what I call bits of rubbish I can gather up and throw away locally without having to go to the dump. It isn’t strictly legal but if you know that process via which our kitchen has to function in order to separate the plastics from the glasses from paper from the rubbish. A compost bin was installed on the property soon after we moved in however someone (not us) dumped cooked food into it and completely ruined it; up till then I was giving scraps to chickens and composting and all of that but I just had to give up because our efforts were for naught in the end. So right I will put together the entire list of what needs to happen over the next four weeks and begin to tie off as I go, all the while trying to promote, mainly, the new year astrology books, to everyone within earshopt. Everything else will have to wait until our return in the Spring. Ah, the beauty of missing the entire winter on Cape Cod I cannot tell you how joyous a thing that will be. And I’m alreay envisioning the Paris apartment as a regular base.

So we headed into town and, I don’t know if he lies in wait or not, T. was at the post office as he often is when we go there. Today of course he knew we were coming. He suggested a coffee and I reminded him S. not feeling well and that we really can’t talk—we spoke for an hour yesterday he and I; and I put together minutes which he probablly will not have read (neither would he have read S.’s notes)—he is always on to the next subject: I will speak and try to make a point or a suggestion, and I can tell he’s not listening; all he is ever thinking about is the next thing he’s going to say. And points never land. He starts every sentence with “you know what I just thought of?” and one never gets any kind of resolution on what one has oneself said. It is very frustrating and it may very well be the deal breaker in the end on any further work-related ensembleness. We shall see. If we were to move forward, in any case, it would have to be me leading the way. It can’t be S. because she can’t have any more on her plate; and it can’t be him because he isn’t capable of focusing, forever struck by the next shiny object of thought in his brain. And anyway it doesn’t matter. It is a fine vanity project; and it will take off; but I’m not really going to do anything about it until February in any case because everyone will be on holiday.

The things on my plate: talking to doctors which is underway. Getting everything to lawyers which is also now tied off. I did some research on the factory landscape of Rhode Island and came up with some interesting leads I think. Bookmarking as I go. I am now going to do a little online coat shopping.  I am resigned to doing home practice of my yoga for now because there just aren’t enough hours in a day. We got some rain shoes and put them back in the box as they were flimsier than anticipated. I just went to Huckberry and saw the same shoes for a lot less so I’m wondering if we should just order directly from there (the same shoes) or laisse tomber. Nice drag king name: Les Tombay. I think I can move on for today….


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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