Sun Moves in to Taurus

Yay, the sun has moved into Taurus, my sign. And the moon is in Sagittarius, my rising sign. I have my energy and determination back!

I can hardly type though, because my fingers are so sore from working in the library basement today. An hour and forty-five minutes of moving hardbound books.  One of the other volunteers knelt almost the whole time, as we handed her books. I couldn’t kneel on a cement floor at all, let alone for so long!

“Oh, I don’t maaand,” she cheerfully said in her Texas drawl, “I love to garden. I’m used to kneeling . . . there’s nothing more relaxing than weeding a flowerbed!”

I enjoyed my time in the muggy basement, being part of a team: two men, three women, all late middle age or more. We were like a fire brigade passing books down the line; like mules when we all pushed the emptied shelves to make more space.

My glasses kept slipping down my nose, because I was so sweaty, so I just left them on a shelf while I worked.  “Ahh’ve worn glasses since Ah was six years old,”  she said, “Ah could be pretty or see, and Ah chose to see.”

I’d left my water bottle in John’s car when he dropped me off to pick up mine. I wondered how dehydrated I could get before I passed out.  Of course I didn’t.  I chatted and moved books then went to the market where I bought a packet of Juicy Fruit gum. 

Remember 5 cent packs of gum? They are long gone. The box I bought, larger than a credit card but pretty much the same shape, holds fifteen sticks, three abreast, nestled as if in a coffin. The lid is a complicated contraption that requires manual dexterity to get it closed.  I chew a piece and am transported back to the Bay Theater in Pacific Palisades, 1965.  Under the theater seats were wads of gum. I of course, put my used gum back in its wrapper and tucked it into my purse.

My car CD player will not release three library CDs.  This has happened before and Vernessa at Coarsegold Car Care dug around and got them out. This time the repair shop says it will cost $500 to replace; and if they just remove it, take it apart to get the CDs out, that will ruin the radio. Plus, you have to remove the entire shift console.  John says if he gets an owner’s manual, he can do it. But I’m hoping that when Mercury moves out of retrograde on the 23^rd, the CDs will decide to come out. I want to try unhooking the battery to see if the little computer in there can reboot.

I decided I’m going to finish my memoir, “Gowland Girl – a memoir in prose, poems and photographs” this year.   Time is a wastin’.  Going through my office I’ve found two previous attempts, two different versions of poems and photos. So I’ll cull from those, and see what I’ve got.

I’ve volunteered to contact classmates about a 45^th reunion next year. So far the other two friends, on this ad hoc committee we’ve created, have gotten mostly “yes” responses to the people they’ve contacted. I love my school friends and would like to see them all once a year! So it will be fun to look forward to. Plus two of my very best friends did not attend the fortieth.

Tomorrow is the fifth of six meetings of my Club Ed Class.  I believe five or six wish to continue and seem amenable to a poetry workshop.  I want to make a flyer, or form for them to fill out and call it, “Adventures in Poetry: exploring and being inspired by poets, poetic forms and styles” but that’s cumbersome.  I’ll work on it after I walk Walter. Who, by the way peed on the floor in the daytime, today.  John said he’s at his wit’s end.  I’ve tied W. out on the shady, grassy side of the house and he seems pretty content. He freaks out in his old patio, though, now that it’s full of furniture.