13
Pluto Moon Transit Meets Double Gemini
Astrology in Real Life…
I dialed cf perez…
Briiiiiiiing Briiiiing!
“Hello?” she said with a lilt in her voice.
“cf? It’s Dog.”
“Dog! Well I’m just here riding my bike,” she said.
I laughed. ‘You sound like Mary Poppins,” I said. ‘I see a picture of Mary Poppins.”
“Yes, I am Mary Poppins!” she said, brightly. “Mary Poppins is exactly what I am. So what’s up hon?”
“Well I don’t think I better tell you. I don’t think this is a bicycle conversation,” I said. “I am having a Pluto Moon transit as you know and there’s been an event. I’m all right but do you know how I used to write to your (mailing) list when things got too intense? I would spew?”
“Yes! Yes of course I remember,” she said sounding like a talk show host but feeling it, I could tell.
“Well I can’t do that anymore. I have lost that outlet so what I need right now is like a five minute dump. I need to dump some stuff.”
“Oh! Well okay then. Just let me get home. I have to eat something and then I’ll call you back. Is that okay?”
“Yep. Thanks, cf.”
4 Responses to “Pluto Moon Transit Meets Double Gemini”
Leave a Comment
Recent Comments
- D.: What. A. NERVE! (sp?) "Now that I was so Nice to you you Mu...
- SaDiablo: Pfffft. . . I'm not surprised he asked for a "freebie" late...
- SaDiablo: One of my favorite books in the world has a scene where a we...
- kashmiri: Man, there are skunks living in my yard! I swear, the entire...
- kashmiri: I love the format of this post. Thanks, Elsa. I would be ...
- miss: When I went through my saturn return is was an ass kicker,lo...
- miss: I find it truely bizare. In my experience it seems that the...




double Gemini . . . yeah, my double Gemini stepdaughter is coming to visit & her communications are like that!
I don’t get it…
It’s really good to have a place to dump, sorry there was an event.
And btw, I was watching PBS the other night, a special about the Canary Islands, half listening really, when I heard the narrator, “And after a hard day’s work herding the 8 goats down the mountain, 2 were slaughtered for the evening meal” I look up and see a man with a knife to the goat’s throat. They are every where aren’t they.
Ah, the goats again…in my Mum’s town a woman keeping goats had to get rid of them because the bleating pissed off the neigbours.