Libra 6° (September 29)
After checking out we headed to Barneys so I could drop off my Margiela to get its label fixed once again. We had quite a bad lunch at Tender Greens. Law of diminishing returns. Traffic was slightly heavy but it was relaxing enough drive. The happenstance of the day is boring. So I’m trying to examine my viscera more here. It boggles the mind that certain folks with whom we are meant to be working beam in to send best wishes but totally ignore the fact that we are supposed to be collaborating on something. It puts us in a rather uncomfortable position but we have to move on as we are working on a tight deadline. And so we are moving on. It’s such a tricky thing working with friendly folk anyway. But business is business and we have to proceed, knowing that we tried. Enough said about that. I just wrote more then deleted it. So we are meant to go to Canada next week but it is supposed to be freezing weather already so it looks like we will have to postpone that trip. Besides I have doctors appointments this week and want to clear those hurdles first. I will have a clearer path now to getting my most important project complete this month. That has to be priority one for sure. We have so much opportunity to hit some major marks. But today all I want to do is get myself home and unpack and relax. I have been feeling so great embracing my childlike nature and I am actually looking forward to snapping back into that mode.
We stopped in Orleans to stock up for the next couple of days. I was online at the shop behind this guy who was maybe early forties or late thirties. He had a nice physique and one would guess his background as English or even Welsh, as he had certain traits that I have noticed in friends of mine with that heritage. He was think but peasanty with wide shoulders and short cropped very straight but thick hair. I forget the name of the kind of dog he reminds me of, something with a low center of gravity. He had thick hairy legs but this was the weird thing. He was wearing tan suede loafters and the back of his right shoe was bent down, his heel on it, while the left one wasn’t broken in that way, being worn as one would typically. The skin above his right heel was basically an open wound, like a large circle of skinned knee you might suffer as a kid after a very bad fall. It was so graphic that when my eyes first alighted on it I felt a wincing shock in my viscera. I mean it was quite the open wound, bloody red, skin completely eroded away. And he seemed completely ambivalent to it, though he obviously was wearing his shoe with bent back, like a mule, for that very reason. Then I noticed that his left heel had an exact nearly as bad wound too, hidden as it was, behind the intact back of his left loafter. The shoes were new and maybe they were the culprit in skinning the backs of his heel-meets-ankle—surely the shoes were bloodies inside. No socks, no bandaids. He was wearing wounds. So gross and so fascinating I couldn’t stop staring at them.
Returned home to discover there was a bit of hot water (we hadn’t had any just before leaving) so I thought, quick, I’ll take a shower while it’s warm enough only to discover there was no water pressure. Sometimes we can look at this place on the Cape as being charming but sometimes it just feels dysfunctional and I’m tempted to completely move on. Yet there is something charming about being here and the local characters can be straight out of Newhart. That’s an old reference. I wonder if you know what that means. I have the scared Sunday feeling tonight. Haven’t felt this in a while. It is a very autumn feeling though. That kind of dread you feel when you’re a kid and there is school tomorrow. I need already (once again) to repair. I’m too old for a blow out celebration, nor do I even want that sort of energy in my life anymore. It’s strange I know. We had such amazing messages on my birthday we really did. The kind of synchronicity that one really hopes for, and rarely receives. The main theme of which was Determination. And that is a very good word indeed. There is also a sense of things resulting in success of we just keep that D word going. I’m kind of freaked out by the notion of the triple E virus. There were road-sign warnings about it as you got near the Cape. That would be a very silly way to go.
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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