I Should Admit
Pisces (February 19 - March 19): Jupiter's yearlong presence in your mystery house opens you to many possibilities. Remember 2009 is prep work for the best year of your life. Get it straight and get it right. Once you've peeled away the layers of experience and learned the difference between your own needs and the expectations of others you'll be ready to roll. In the meantime, go open your Valentine.
Sunday. Minerva has been saying over these last several months that next year will be the best year of my life. Which is good, best to know there is a next year for starters. And “best” would be interesting to see. What might “best” be? Any year is a good year you can get out of bed in the morning and tie your own shoes, anything more is a bonus. The best year of my life? Why not?
Then again, back here on the planet, the sky is overcast looking like rain, the attitude quite good now that I'm back from breakfast, no aches or pains from all the running around yesterday. Best to keep the walking up before the operation next month. Can't hurt to be in better shape when it's time to climb up on the table. (Any day you can get up off a table and tie your own shoes is a pretty damned good day too.) The instructions I received yesterday in the mail say don't be surprised if I lose a few pounds, as eating anything in quantity will be difficult for the following weeks. I've lost twenty pounds this last year, another ten would be nice. Let's look for positives, methinks, get the head around it, take it as it comes (hup! hup! hup!). Well, you get the drift. I get the drift. Back to the day, OK?
Cry baby.
Maybe a bit.
Still, yesterday's lack of photographs doesn't mean we give up. The various put the apartment back together projects continue, the energy is good, even if it isn't quite good enough to be packing cameras around the city all day, and rain or no rain we're going to continue the march. Not because we're grimly determined, though, but because that's what's happening, no way to stop, no reason to stop, no inclination to stop.
Stop.
It does have that half manic driven by demons feeling about it, doesn't it? Still, no sweat, the day is ahead and I'm pumped.
Later. It's Sunday, a day of rest. It's OK to rest. Yes, a walk down and around the way to get the walking in, a run to the supermarket for tuna fish, a baguette and sake (you were thinking soda pop?), back now with the evening ahead. The chapter of the Korean soap I watched last night continues this evening and I'm looking forward to see if they're actually going to stuff the almost ex-husband and his cat named Fred into the boiling cauldron of lye. Do you suppose?
These “chapters” run an hour each and there are fifty chapters in this particular drama, a common number. Think about it. Ghengis Kahn can get himself born, go through years of school and college, conquer China, marry his two or so thousand wives and die in a never ending death bed scene in 50 chapters with plenty left over to follow the lives of the kids this particular one runs two chapters, one on a Saturday and one on a Sunday, each and every week.
And the almost ex-husband is going in a vat of lye?
I made that up. There are two families involved, each of which has three or four kids ranging in age from about sixteen to over thirty and each and every one of these kids has, so far, been thrown out of each of their respective families for doing silly things.
And you're actually watching this?
Nothing I should admit.
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