Road again.
Off to El Paso – working weekend in the Franklin Mountains.
Seems so long ago that I was last there. Couch surfing, too, this trip, not because it’s cheaper, but because some friends have outright insisted that I stay with them.
Mars is RX, Mercury is poised to turn backwards, and the stars are stacked.
Never left the confines of the AC until late Thursday afternoon. It was just one thing after another, and I never did get the whole column pounded out, my nominal task for the day. I wrestled with an a couple of internal issues all morning, plus had to book another Dallas excursion. I just don’t get it – how there can be so many nice people in a city that has no heart.
Before I even leave, the whine for the day? Relationships. Mars is backwards. Except for those lucky few, that 10% who’s doing well, the rest of us are fraught with frustration.
Off to the post office, then swing by the creek for a dip. At his behest, joined Bubba for a ceremonial “breaking of bread” at Sandy’s. Thursday’s special: burger, fries and a drink, $2.89. Then hiked up to Bouldin for a reading.
Capricorn. Just about the coolest, too.
I ran long into the evening, belaboring certain points and regaling the client with road warrior stories, El Paso much on my mind.
As we broke for the night, I sauntered off into night’s air, my parting shot was something about “How I love Austin in the summer, night’s like this….”
It was almost stifling hot, maybe upper 80’s, and Mars was just poking above the horizon. A Gemini paced me while I bantered on the phone about details for couches in El Paso. A thunderstorm was breaking over Bastrop, maybe 30 miles to the east, lightening sparking low on the Eastern horizon.
In the last 48 hours, I’ve spent – I figure – 25% of my waking hours doing readings in sweltering, lightly air conditioned, or, like at Jo’s, no AC, coffee shops. Loving it, too. Like the work, like the atmosphere, and each day concludes a cool dip in the creek.
It’s summer time, here, still. Days are hot, and shade is a ticket. But instead of cowering in the AC the whole day, I’ve wound up on Jo’s “patio” or Bouldin Creek’s back “porch,” not really sweating, but keeping the movements to a minimum, belaboring points in charts over sweating ice tea.
Astrological oddity. Every chart in this time frame has had Saturn, at an important point in the chart. Just coincidence, I’m sure.
apologies
At the bottom of last week’s scopes, in the sign of Cancer, there’s just another one of my links to some point of interest on the web. I don’t often go back and triple check links because they’re sometimes carefully thought out and sometimes, just a spurious, tenuous connection at best.
Often, I marvel at the clever way the link ties into the message of the scope, and other times, I wonder if it was really late at night, or really early in the morning, or just what goes into a good cigar. Or too much coffee. Or late night pizza.
When I’d looked at the web journal/log I’d linked to, the first time, I’d read some entries, found a reference to the writer’s birthday, or something, and plugged the link in under Cancer, as in Cancer, the Sun Sign, birthdays between roughly the end of Gemini until the beginning of Leo.
What really disturbed me, though, I mean, first glimpse at the link, “Cynthia Speaks: straight from the horse’s mouth” – that’s going to earn my unadulterated admiration, right there. Horse people are a special breed. A badge on the site says, “I feed strays.” That works for me – obviously this is a cool writer/site. For sure.
For some reason, I’d checked the link again. Who knows? I think I was avoiding work. There was a picture of her bald. Then I read the post. The writer was undergoing chemo for cancer.
I thought it was spoof. When I read a little, delved a little deeper, I felt like such an inconsiderate, well, decent words fail me. How thoughtless, crass and insensitive could I be?
Takes real cojones to put that stuff out there.
I also though about removing the link out of consideration, but maybe, just maybe, it’s not all bad.
One person’s battle with a disease process, and the intestinal fortitude to post about it is what I admire. Openly.
I’ve seen several acquaintances go through this struggle, some more successful than others. Like some of my friends who are “folliclely challenged,” I admire the way, especially these days, when a woman is willing to bare her pate.
Yes, it’s personal. Frankly, I admire it.
I’m just upset with the link being in the scope and appearing so callous. Tugs at my heart strings in a big way.
And I wonder if I’m just being an inconsiderate, insensitive person. Bothers me that I might be. But there’s no way t turn back two weeks’ time, and there’s no way to undo any damage, even if it wasn’t intentional, from my best efforts.
But I am sorry.
