- “Why, what a madcap hath
Heaven lent us here!”
Shakespeare’s King John [I.i.84]
“All my friends know the low rider” (War)
Taurus: I do enjoy my Taurus friends. Loyal, stalwart, good companions in every sense of the word, whether this is a romantic friend or a fishing buddy. With the Taurus birthday times upon us, I have but one caution. It’s about a duplication of processes. It’s about doing the same thing, over and over.
I had a client log-in to the website, try to sign up and send me money and when that didn’t seem to work, same person tried a second, then a third time. Instead of one subscription, I wound up with three. While I certainly don’t mind being paid three times over, if it were me, as a consumer, I’d hate paying three times for a single use. With the Sagittarius and Jupiter influence, not to mention Venus in Gemini, I doubt you would try three times. But you might, probably will, try twice. Duplicate effort takes twice as long. Try once. If it doesn’t go through? Don’t try a second time, not this week.
Gemini: I swiped a line from another Texas author, a southern belle of a writer, and she wrote about making sense of life by, “Wrestling words to the page.” Hello Gemini! I was going to use the mobile, audio-visual web as a medium, to explain this, but alas, I’m not a Gemini, and alas, I can’t move fast enough for a Gemini. Always seem to elude my grasp. In this case, this week, I want you to allude my grasp.
While the audio-visual, like a quick cell phone video is the best way for most Gemini to talk to each other, and communicate with the rest of us? While that’s usually the easiest, most efficient route? Not now. This is a week to ‘wrestle words to the page,’ which is even more archaic now, as most folks would use a keyboard and computer screen, and one Gemini I know, she’ll use the keyboard on phone, but the idea is sound. Instead of talk, outline, then make notes, then wait and see if it looks correct, as a written note, before you commit this to the most Gemini-traditional audio-visual delivery systems. Write it down, first.
Cancer: I watched this with shoe-shopping, not me shopping for shoes, but a girlfriend. To women it would appear, shoes are some kind of a big deal. I don’t understand, but then, the same process could be applied to shopping for fishing gear. The salesman took one look, and said, “These just came in today!” Squeal. It was a Sunday. I seriously doubt that the delivery truck made a special trip to that mall to deliver shoes on a Sunday. Suspect salesman talk. However, not long ago, I was looking through some plastics in the fishing aisle, and the guy working there was telling me, “we just got these in,” although he didn’t lie and say that it was “today;” however, it did have the right impact on me. I scooped up a new bag of five dollar glo-worms in hope that it would bring in fish. Always try to show them something they haven’t seen before, right? Is that the fish or the girlfriend buying shoes?
Leo: As I drift further and further south, closer and closer to the equatorial ranges, my attire gets less and less. Eventually, I suppose, I’ll be in nothing but a loincloth. Towards that end, I needed some “Guyaberra shirts.” It’s a gradual replacement process, as the old floral prints get worn out, I was finding the “Old Mexican man” type of shirts more comfortable. However, these days, most of them are not made on American soil, and most of the new ones aren’t cotton, but a cotton-poly blend. I, personally, have a problem with a “Mexican” shirt that’s made in a Pac Rim country. Just not right, in my mind. I haunted a couple of thrift stores, looking for my shirts. I found two, so far. ‘Hecho en Mexico,’ and for about two dollars apiece, that’s a good price for May outerwear in South Texas. Right price, right location, right stuff. Cool, one is light blue, the other is dirty white. Was really white, but time and wear, well, you get the picture…. As the this week unfolds, your Leo majestic self is looking for a certain deal. Part of this is just silly, like me, requiring that “Mexican” shirts be made in Central America, and part of this is a chance to experiment with a new style.
Virgo: “Hello ladies,” a waitress chirped as she approached my table from the rear. I had on a customary bandana, curly, sun-streaked locks cascading down my back, a floral-print shirt, so I’d have to give it the waitress, I could look like a girl from her angle. When she came abreast of the table, and looked down at me, she blushed and gushed, “I am so sorry!” I can’t miss a chance to have fun at another’s expense. “Really? In Austin? I mean, I could understand it in other parts of Texas, but Austin? Seriously?”
She continued to be apologetic. There are three players here, me, my date, the waitress. Which one are you? If you’re me, are you upset? Hardly, well, a little mock exasperation, but not so much, not really. With Mars moving forward, time to think about whether you want to waste the energy to get upset or not. Is it really worth it? The poor dear, she fell all over herself trying to make up.
Libra: Swarthy, merry, heavily hispanic gentleman, we were idly chatting. Passing the time. “Yeah, I got 18 grand kids so far,” he was saying. I looked a little surprised. He noted that. “We didn’t have cable back then,” he explained, “had to do it yourself.” Which explains everything. There are generations of people who have never lived without the almighty cable feeding them 500 channels of sports, movies, reruns, first-runs, &c. Five hundred channels, or more, and still, nothing on TV tonight. Reruns. As a gentle Libra soul, there needs to be a little variety. Best course of action is to probably unplug from the TV, maybe unplug from the computer and wander amongst the people on the outside. There’s a little astrological hint, not so much a big deal as a little deal, and the hint is, “It is better to communicate with real people than mere images.”
Scorpio: The Texas comedy genius, Ron White, he’s a got a perfect line for Scorpio. It’s the title to one of his books. “I had the ability to remain silent…” I was riding with a buddy (not named Bubba, but thanks for asking), and my buddy was playing the Ron White release. It includes the line about having the right to remain silent, but (alcohol induced) inability to shut up. When I peeked at your chart, that was the first comment that popped in my mind. I looked up Ron White’s online stuff, and discovered that he’s Texan, been busted for pot, and has a book with that title, “I had the right to remain silent…” Get a clue here? White’s a Sagittarius, not a Scorpio. His book’s title, really, the line from an early routine, it’s perfect for what you’re faced with. You can be quiet, but I’ll bet you’re not. I’d like to suggest that you are quiet. A firmly shut mouth gathers no feet. (I should know about that one.)
Sagittarius: I was doing two things at once, two actions, two active principal chores. I was fixing a website SNAFU, one of my own doing, I might add, and I was working one an upcoming horoscope. I crashed the server. Not really a big deal, I was working on a resource-intensive task, one of those somewhat-automated tasks that requires, or I like to watch, and the other is a task that requires my complete concentration. I spin the dial on the horoscopes, line stuff up, see what pops where, and figure how I’m going to make it all work. What is popping out of the chart is how we, as Sagittarius, we feel good this moment. No one else does. That’s the appearance. We’re doing OK and no one else seems to be. Part of this is perception, part of this planetary alignments and part of this is the Moon. When I crashed the server, no big deal, I just hit the reset button.
I went back to the horoscope I was writing, waiting for the machine to power down, power off, cycle back up and all the little guys in the computer to stand at attention again. Cool. Two things. When one is apparently broken? Move on to the next one.
Capricorn: While the Latin culture is not my genetic roots, I’m totally in awe of the Latin Lifestyles. The food, the color, the zest for life, the passion. Flashing dark tresses and mysterious dark eyes. Spicy food and spicier people. The main beverage seems to be tequila, cactus juice as I’ve been known to call it. I can’t drink it. Again, has to do with my northern european genetics, I’m sure. So this recommendation is based on observation rather than participation. The answer to this week’s energy is a single shot glass of tequila. Take a sip of it. Don’t down it like they do in the movies. Not shooting the tequila, try sipping it. There’s a harsh situation lots of cardinal energy, and it’s like that shot glass full of tequila.
Sip, don’t chug.
Cautiously taste and savor, don’t slam it down. It’s a sipping cordial, this week, not a shooter. Like always, this is a metaphor, and it should be taken with a shaker of salt. Maybe some lime, too.
Sip, don’t chug.
Aquarius: Cultural references, especially pop culture allusions, those frequently escape me. I was describing the this very week in Aquarius unfolds, net seven days, and the client listened, raptly, then nodded, grinned, and said, “Squirrel!” I’m a cat-person. Not big on dogs. Not my thing, you know? I don’t get the allusion, other than, as a typical Ritalin-addled, AHAD (most males can fit this) personality. I get the idea that there’s a bright, shiny object over yonder that is more interesting. I’ve used my version of describing this often enough with clients that I know there’s a pop-culture reference in the comment, “Squirrel!” I mean, other than the obvious reference as any good dog will chase a squirrel. The point to my long-winded explanation is to get the Aquarius to stay on point.
Stay focused.
Comments like, “Squirrel!” Those mean nothing. Do not waiver, stay focused.
Pisces: I’m sure there’s a famous quote that covers this more adroitly than I can, but most overnight sensations are the result of hard work that meets opportunity. As a fisherman, it’s about preparation. As Pisces, it’s about preparation that gets to meet a chance to shine. As a fisherman, I can prepare for trip, but until the line is in the water, until the bait is on the hook and that goes “splash,” there is no “fishing.”
This full-moon and its passages, it’s all about preparation. Going to get a chance to shine, here shortly, but we have to be prepared. Preparation is going to meet opportunity, but nothing happens until you, as the Pisces prepares. Could be simple, like winding new line onto an old fishing reel. Not complicated at all.
Aries: Mars in Virgo, that’s one option. Venus, what started this mess in Aries, Venus in Gemini, that’s two options. Then, there’s both the Sun and Jupiter in Taurus, that’s option #3 and #4. Finally, the transit that really means the most to me, and probably has the biggest impact on you, as an Aries, this week, that’s Mercury, opposite Saturn. Mercury in Aries, Saturn in Libra. Saturn reality, and Mercury, that with which you think. For a moment then, get serious. For a little while, most of this next week, it’s time to think serious thoughts about serious Aries issues and deal with them in appropriate ways. The trick with this transit, Mercury and Saturn? It can take a minute and make it seem like an hour. Stretching time out is good, if you want to slow things down. However, I listed a bunch of planets that want to speed things up. I’d suggest, as the overriding theme? Slower is better, just for now.
