Libra 18° (October 11)


First thing I’ll do today is get Brad what he needs. The second thing I’ll do is petty cash—mustn’t forget all the housekeeping tips—then, thirdly, I will check on the deadline for the VSB grant. And go down the list of the witches to make sure all is feeling copacetic for the Witch Camp performance in November. I did a helluva lot more than that yesterday, oops, I mean today, he he ha ha he. Shut up. I’m drinking my favorite ale right now the Devil’s Purse Kolsch. I’m a Kolsch kinda guy. If you’re ever wondering what beer to send me (in bulk) please make it that. I wonder if I’ll be surprised any second. I know what I have to do in the next five minutes. I have to make myself easy. Try not to get worried try not to turn…All I can or will do today (which is many days) is watch Joan Didion bio-doc, over and over and over again. It must be a french name. She has a French face. Simian. Which is a symptom mainly of being a Sagittarian—my old friend Elizabeth Marvel could easily play her, they look so much alike, E. being a Sadge too. Oh well am I surprised. AS I say I can only do the best I can. I have two kids in the can. Could you imagine me a father? It is naive now to think that, even if you have kids, they will go on. Our democracy is under siege and we will take to the streets in protest. I will set up my soap box. I will ask the question can I speak publicly. And this is how far I’ve gotten. They will be home soon. And I will interact. And I will try to do my best. And tomorrow will be different. The first George Bush was so handsome when he was younger and I hate the fact that I think so. Even Dick Cheney thinks he (himself) is handsome. That’s how he presents. We have to remember that these assholes were part of the reason we are now in all this mess. All the ties to Saudi Arabia. That second Bush, too, with the erosion of civil liberties. The so-called Patriot Act. Go eff yourself.

I had a good friend in high school whose name was Dick and never once did I hear anyone make a crack about it. Dick was an athlete, an intellect, he went on to be a college professor, the fact us he became/remained an academic speaking volumes on his being a) a Virgo; b) not as type A as he appeared; and c) unambitious and priveleged in equal measure. His surname, in German, translated to Bath House. I really had such affection for him. He will never know. I would love to see him, to tell him. That his friendship toward me was a savior. We had such fun. I really cherished him. That would never go over well, I guess. I’m almost at today. Clarke Gable isn’t on the screen. I will pretend to be asleep but it won’t work. I told you this was all I was going to do today. I am going to drive over the Golden Gate Bridge. It actually doesn’t look scary at all. I’m sure I can handle it. I can’t stop thinking about flannel shirts. I have to find myself some sort, gorgeous stuff to wear this Fall. I need to do a bit of shopping. Oh and we have that stupid thing to do on the thirtieth of this month. Oh well going to keep my spirits high and power through. Not that much to do really and plenty of time in which to do it. First things first, and second. I must realize that I don’t always want what I think I want. And I’m always left feeling worse. I think back to those days of youth, lying on the beach, when I would very much enjoy being left alone to space out completely, finding that sense of utter peace. Becoming one with the all. I owe it to myself to feel like that again. It will take some doing that’s for sure. It has been terrible weather which is fine and dandy. Nobody needs to go to a comedy festival in the rain. And yet it looks like it might have been fun. I am way too easily distracted. Are we there yet?

The answer is a resounding No. I am living in a construction zone, peace and quiet aren’t mine right now. I need sound noise cancelling headphones this week. I need to watch my diet and calories intake. I need to find increasing middle ground. I need to get this leg of the journey over with. I need to get what we need into works. It isn’t easy I’ll tell you that. But it is necessary and I can be more rested and dinner tonight can’t be simpler. I did make some delicious salmon cakes and as if that wasn’t enough I also breaded the cod and roasted potatoes. I have such a flavory appetite. And I never eat junk food so I shouldn’t feel too bad. I did enjoy having some chocolate after supper however. Salted dark chocolate from my friends local company. It is delicious. I haven’t to work very hard on coming down and not feeling so alienated. I’m not sure I know what’s wrong with me. My brain is just so freaking scrambled today. Now I want eggs—dammit. See what I mean? I can’t seem to keep a single thought in my brain. It’s not that big a deal but I think I need to unsoak myself every so slightly and I need to give my nerves a break as well. All came back from teh dr. okie-dokie, but I still have to scedule this MRI. I hope to hear back from that office tomorrow. I think it was 586 1906 but I could be wrong about that. Never mind I will call again and leave another message ans see what i will see.


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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