“Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ’twill tire.”
Shakespeare’s Love’s Labour’s Lost (II.i.120)
Aries: I was trying to weigh a number of influences in your chart, and I was attempting to determine what would be the bigger deal. Going by size alone, then it’s the Sun, and he’s moving out of Libra, on into Scorpio. Good. Jupiter, next in size, is still opposite you. Good or bad? Depends. Mars? Tough call, but when he’s in Libra, my dear Aries friends seem to be a little more excitable than usual. So there’s a degree of relief as the Sun shifts positions, but Mars is still hammering on you. Martian experiences, without invoking any cartoon characters, tend to indicate activity. The problem is no one around you seems to understand your frantic need for action. The problem is that Aries, normally a pretty upfront sign, just to begin with, with that extra dose of Mars? Makes ya’ll “highly excitable.” Just be aware, even though life seems to be a going a little more smoothly these days, just take it easy on the rest of as we might not share the same exuberance you’ve got.
Taurus: I just spent a little bit of time with a dear Taurus friend, and she was doing okay. She was a little frantic with work, chores, errands, and a multitude of other tasks at hand, just “things” that needed to be accomplished. I’m sure you understand what this is like. I’m sure you know as you’ve been frantically busy, too. To an outside observer, like me, it seemed like this one Taurus was just rushing all over the kitchen, trying to balance laundry and dishes and work, and so forth, all the while, trying to entertain me. I’m a professional astrologer, so I understand the influences at work here. I have a good grasp of the dynamics wandering through that Taurus chart. I also had no illusions that I was going to get her undivided attention. I sat in her kitchen and watched while she chatted and chattered away, alternating between classic rock and country music — on the radio. She would start to fold some towels, then she’d stop and clean some dishes in the sink, then something else would catch her eyes, and she’d tackle another task. To an untrained, untutored, unlettered observer, she was busy going nowhere really fast. To me professional eye, though, I could see that progress was being made. The conversation was a little disjointed, but what did you expect? It’s a moon phase, really. The wrong conversation partner won’t understand the Taurus ways this next few days. Don’t worry about it. Find a nice, Sagittarius-type astrologer, and you’re set.
Gemini: Attention to detail is important. Very important. Attention to just one item is almost impossible for a multi-talented Gemini like your self. But focus. Focus on just one item. Looks like work to me. No, I mean it looks like it’s work that you need to focus on, that’s the target you should aim for with your Gemini laser-like focus. Most Gemini, especially at times like these, most of my fine Gemini brethren (and sistern) tend to have that thin beam of concentration, and it hits a refracting prism, and then that one thin beam gets scattered into all the hues of the rainbow. Stunning visual effect. I had a little lead crystal hanging in the trailer’s kitchen window for years. Morning light would hit it and there would be this dazzling display for minutes. But the crystal isn’t there, and I don’t get the light show these mornings. All the better, too, as focus needs to be on one item, one thing, one task on your t-do list. Stick to one item at a time. Focus. As pretty as that refracted light is, it doesn’t get anything accomplished. Especially at work.
Cancer: Cantankerous folks seem to be everywhere. I’m not picking on you, just making an observation. This is getting worse over the next few days, but the good news is that you’re going to be less and less of a target for their ire. After a spell of folks “picking on you,” and I don’t mean that personally, just seems like most people are little more difficult to get along with, after a long week of that, when I even begin to suggest that it’s getting easier, your Cancer self is going to be doubting me. I’m with the consternation you’re experiencing. I understand it. I feel your pain. There is a way around some of these problems, too, a little less interaction with the real world would help. While that might not be practical, what I’ve found, with one Cancer girl I know, she’s barricaded herself in her trailer, claiming that she’s “working on her Halloween costume” and as such, can’t be disturbed. While that doesn’t solve a lot of problems, it does make for a less cranky Cancer life.
Leo: We were cruising through the parking lot of a friend’s apartment complex. They’ve recently resurfaced the parking lot itself. Whoever designed the new layout had this one section where the speed bumps were staggered in such way that it’s not much of a challenge to drive around the bumps. There’s this one spot where the left lane and the right lane have the bumps staggered by about ten feet. Ain’t rocket surgery. It’s possible to negotiate that one set of bumps by going slow, and driving carefully in a figure “S.” Pickup trucks don’t have to worry as the wheelbase is such that they won’t clear it. But the smaller cars? Go real slow, and it’s possible to snake through without hitting the bumps. But you still have to slow to a crawling pace in order to thread a route through the obstacles. Which, I suppose, was the parking lot designer’s intent in the first place. This is one of those weeks when you’re in the small car. Everyone else is driving a big truck. They’re all going to have to slow down, or get their backsides jarred, and that necessitates a trip to the chiropractor. Leo: you’ve got it lucky, if you just slow down; you can avoid those nasty little bumps in the road. Snake your way through, you’ll be just fine.
Virgo: I picked up the phone, “Oh baby, talk dirty to me,” a breathy, husky, female stage whispered. I checked the caller ID. “I’m cleaning out the cat’s litter box, even as we speak.” I’d hoped that was dirty enough, although, I did have a few dinner dishes leftover from the other evening, and some of that mess in the kitchen was starting to grow “science projects” on it. Haven’t worked on any trucks lately, so there was a certain lack of motor grease, but I’m sure, for $3.99 a minute, I could conjure up images of something like that. “That’s not what I meant!” she exclaimed, a little deflated. Guess I’m the wrong guy, or it was the wrong phone line. I do handle some astrological emergencies, but I don’t do that when I’m cleaning out the litter box. Either I should look into a new sideline of talking dirty on the phone, or maybe, some folks should come up with a better way to ask astrological questions. “I’m not wearing anything under the clothes I’ve got on,” I replied. Trying to keep the banter alive. Sometimes it works, and sometimes, well, I’ll leave dirty talk to a professional. Recently, someone has asked you to do something that’s not within your normal, Virgo-esque frame of reference. I’d suggest you play with them rather than just shut them down, cold.
Libra: My darling Libra, ever notice that you sometimes get blamed for some action that really isn’t your fault? This is an important concept, and I’m trying to be as fair as possible because, after all, me, of all people should understand that there are extenuating circumstances that are clearly beyond your control. So I’m buying that line about how it wasn’t your fault, and that long torrent of words? Sure, I’m good with that. Not your fault. However, I happen to be inordinately fond of all things Libra, and as such, I’m a little more inclined to believe exactly whatever you describe as being the root of the problem. I understand. But I’m the exception, not the rule, and that really, really applies as long as Mars is still frying along in your sign. I don’t recall the exact statistic, but something like 90% of all motorcycle accidents happen within 6 blocks of home. I was thinking about this, although, in my own experience, it was more like 12 blocks, but still, the problems — for which, you are going to catch the flak — happen close to home. Be careful. Be extra careful. And remember, not everyone understands that it wasn’t your fault. I know it wasn’t, but that doesn’t preclude the rest of the general population from thinking otherwise.
Scorpio: Scorpio has some rather tasty events, just fixin’ to happen. And the first of the wonderful Scorpio birthdays are upon us. Something about Scorpio and “fixin’ to” that doesn’t sit well with my fine, extra-special Scorpio friends. Deal is this: Mr. Mars. He’s still poking along in the sign that comes before you. Means he’s going slow you down some because he’s not made it into your sign yet. He’s on his way. He’s approaching. He’s going to get here yet. But until he makes his way into Scorpio — next month — my dear, sweet, ever so put upon, Scorpio contingent is going to experience certain, ahem, frustrations. Look here, it’s your birthday time, or will be shortly, and you should be able to party and play. But Mr. Mars, he’s drawing attention away from you. It’s just for a few more days, that’s the good news. Hang in there, and get set for what could be a really good year coming up. Let’s just plan a little, and other than the usual suspects, wait until Mr. Mars gets himself firmly into your sign before taking off and having that wild time.
Sagittarius: As the sun moves himself into Scorpio, and our days in the Northern Hemisphere continue to get shorter and shorter, there’s a quickening of the pulse. It’s getting cold outside and yet, there’s an internal warmth most of the Sagittarius types I’m around, most of us share this internal warmth. There’s a degree of peace and tranquility — anticipation of things to come? Looking forward to winter nights around the hearth? Okay, so most of the homes around here don’t have a hearth. I’m not even sure what that is. I was thinking about getting one of those fake fireplaces, but it would take up so much space, besides, an electric heater with little orange strips of plastic being fanned by a blower doesn’t really strike me as being romantic piece. But take that image, the idea, and mull it over your mind. Think about something to make the house — or trailer — cozy and accommodating. The idea has merit. Happens every time I’m at the “home improvement super store” and I get ideas for just such an addition to my domicile. Great idea. But lets face some hard facts, there’s just not really enough room for such an addition to our Sagittarius lifestyle. Or, in my case, this place flat out doesn’t have the room. But it’s nice idea. Something to make home a hospitable place.
Capricorn: I was messing around with some website settings, and generally mucking around where I ought not be playing. What happened? I watched as a two years’ worth of effort disappeared with one ill-timed point of the mouse. One click, and everything was gone. I’m sure you’re really familiar with the feeling. I was clicking through a series of windows, and I accidentally clicked one too many times. Couple of lessons are easily garnered from my untimely mistake. Make a back up. Read the instructions — all of the instructions. Don’t depend n some “exploded diagram” to explain what part is supposed to go where. I eventually resurrected what I made disappear, but only after I spent an extra hour or three learning about database theory, another interface design issue, and I got sidetracked looking at some comics I’ve never seen before. Then along came an article about Fall Bass Fishing, and I almost forgot that I was supposed to be busy trying to save some mistake I’d made. Don’t get distracted. My solution, it was simple one, I eventually went back to the back up that I had, re-wrote all the files and everything is up and running again. Life is good. But you can save yourself from making a mistake like I did. Slow down a bit. Make sure you know just what you’re clicking on, or fixing with a wrench. Or screwdriver. Make sure you’ve got #8 Torx driver, too. A regular Phillips Head won’t work. And don’t click here (can’t say I didn’t warn you).
Aquarius: Early mornings are special times. The earlier it is, usually, the better it is, more special, even. It’s cool outside, and the floorboards have the sound of wind whistling underneath them. Feet get cold. There’s a quiet and stillness just not found at other times of the day. A neighbor was walking her dog, the jingle of the dog’s tags clearly audible, almost to the point that I could hear them individually. It’s important to take a little time — I’m not saying you have to get up before the sun rises — but at some moment in the middle of hectic Aquarius schedule — it’s important to stop and listen. Could be the wind moaning under the trailer’s floorboards. Could be those dog tags jingling. Could be any number of different sounds, but it’s almost critical that your Aquarius ears stop and listen. Now, the deal is that it’s important to stop and listen to these sounds, the early, early morning, or, giving your sensibilities, it could be late at night. After you’ve done your listening, though, it’s time to get back to work. Or whatever it was that you were doing. Be careful that little poetic muses don’t interrupt what your doing. It’s one thing to take a moment to pause and listen to that wind’s song, the syncopation of the dog’s tags. It’s another to read too much information into such symbol. Might just be the way the trailer is located, or might just be that pesky dog who always craps on your lawn.
Pisces: I’ve been at this trade for a long time, therefore, I have certain images etched in the thick portion of my brain. I have this graphic visual of a Pisces, in a reclining form, languidly looking over at me, and saying, “Oh do be a dear, and peel me a grape.” The situation as it is right now? That Pisces is probably less of “lavish and languid recumbent form” and more along the lines of a warrior princess. One cartoon freak character comes to mind, and I’ve never been able to shake that one image, there’s the Pisces, flaming black hair, brandishing a sword that’s taller than me, and the “peel me a grape” comment? It’s a lot more along the lines of, “Better do it now, buster.” Which is the problem. I’m an easily amused Sagittarius astrologer who finds the ways of Pisces attractive, alluring, and always entertaining. Not everyone you deal with, when you yank out that six-foot broadsword, is going to be equally amused. Some will cower. Some will react by raising up their shields, and others? The ones you really need to watch out for? They have their own armament, and they are willing to go toe-to-toe with your sweet Pisces self. Again, we’re back to looking at this action-reaction from my point-of-view. I get to watch a dueling match. I’m amused. My most excellent Pisces swords-person: don’t pick any fights you can’t finish.
