The End of Venus

We have been going through yet another retrograde. This time it is a Venus one which has to do with love objects; those with a pulse and those without. I myself found it a time of confusion. Let me give you an example. I went to gas up the car which I have been doing for most of my adult life. Could I get the car on the right side of the pumps ? I could not. Round the islands I went each time with the gas tank on the wrong side. Talk about dyslexic! If anyone had been watching they would have laughed. Maybe they were, I was too upset to notice. How Venus comes into this is we need to really focus in her retrograde on what is dear to our hearts and what we love to do and who we love to be with. If there is friction in any of these areas it is asking for us to do some repair work on ourselves. "What is true. What is not true. What can never be true." is how my astrologer put it. The end of the Venus retrograde is August 27 though the energy lingers into the beginning of September. In this time we are to let go with love those people in our lives who need to be free of us and we of them. Tall order, as our egos fight to hang on to the safe and familiar. That sentence was remarkably hard to write. Poor little ego is hanging on for dear life! I am not sure when the next cosmic hoohaa erupts but I will keep you posted. The computer is misbehaving and as I have neither the skill nor the patience to deal with it this little blog will come to an end.

It's Out There Somewhere

We are apartment hunting. In the Big Smoke. This has been a dream of mine for a long time to have a little flat in Toronto where I could live over the winter, go back to school part time , maybe find a little part time job. So I have been looking and looking and looking. The rents are atrocious and there is very little available for when we want it. So discouraging. However I refuse to give up. There is an apartment out there with our name on the letterbox , I just haven't found it yet. The nicest apartment of all is an old brownstone on Broadview Ave. that I have had my eye on for a couple of years. I have been inside just the once but that was enough for me. This is the place. Well it seems others think so too as nothing is free for Oct. 1 my personal move in day. Today I am going to look at yet another 1960's high rise. They show me places on the gazillionth floor and I come over faint just looking out the window. The balcony would be an undiscovered land as far as I am concerned. Of course the Better Half is hanging over and swaying in the breeze and saying,
"Mm, quite the view!''
Then there is the cat to be considered. Lots of places don't want animals even though that is against the law in Ontario. We don't want to be where we are not welcome whether we have two legs or four. So I am asking your help [you faithful few who read this] in asking the universe to come through for me and mine and helping direct us to the right place. Thank you.

Death Throes in the Garden

I wrote earlier on about the drought we are having here in Aurora and how there has been a total water ban for weeks now. Well as soon as everything died the ban was lifted and we are now allowed to water the corpses. Which I am doing. I hear the rattle of their little skeleton stalks as I refresh them. The weeds are doing very well. At least there is something green in my garden. Of course the zucchini are still going strong, I doubt that radiation would stop them . The whole neighbourhood is eating the damn things. People stand behind their curtains and pretend they are not home when I come to call with a green torpedo in each hand. Every year I am determined to plant flowers instead of veg but the lure of the little pots of tomatoes, cukes beans etc. is just too much for me and I am cast under their tiny spell. Each year is the same. I grow enough green stuff for an army and who to give it to? There are only two of us here and I point blank refuse to eat vegetables for breakfast no matter how healthy it may be. I must meditate on the matter this winter. Perhaps a small orchard would be the answer but it takes some time for trees to fruit and we are tossing around the idea of going out west when his nibs retires. While I can take cuttings and bulbs with me to B.C. I can hardly lug fruit trees out there now can I ? It is said that gardening is very good for your health but I find the stress and worry of it all far outweighs the benefits. I need another hobby.

We're Baaaack!

Actually we have been back for a while. The holiday was a bust. It was a dismal damp campsite and then I got sick so back we came . The better half enjoyed his time off work in the comfort of his own home. I am still waiting for a holiday but live in hope for the second installment in September. So far a bit of discussion about where to go for the next two weeks but not much enthusiasm from either of us. What I would really like to do is go white water rafting but hate the thought of driving all the way to Ottawa. Perhaps I should grasp the nettle with both hands and hop on a Porter plane and half an hour later step off the machine at Uplands Airport. I am sure it would cost about the same as a tank of gas. Ah, had I but the courage. Of course there is always Adavan but I doubt that would be strong enough. One day there will be a compelling reason for me to look my fear in the eye and get on a plane and in doing so perhaps lose the fear. That's the theory anyway so I'll just leave it at that. What I find odd is that it is far more dangerous to step into a raft on the Ottawa River than it is to step onto a plane but I have no fear whatsoever of the rafting. Only goes to show how the mind can count for very little. Perhaps one day I'll lose mine and sally forth to all the wonderful places I have longed to go. The irony of that is mad people are not allowed on planes. A slow boat to China it is then. All we need to worry about is how we'll breath when we get there.