
Jun
28

Spike takes a spin in his lovingly handcrafted “Chuck wagon” - named for the Charles Shaw wine (known around these parts as “Two-buck Chuck”, ‘cuz you can buy a bottle for $1.99) box that serves as the cab.
June 28, 2006 | Comments Off
Jun
23

Okay, so I’ve got an article posted over at AOL Horoscopes about … astrology and weddings and Venus’ sign. There. I can’t put it any more eloquently than that. (I’ve been struggling all morning to cut 500 words from a magazine piece that’s due this afternoon. Apparently, I’m cutting words here so I don’t have to cut them there.)
Plus, Sunday is the day! Jonny and I have spent the past several months developing a new report, a sort of astrological wedding planner called “Moonstruck,” and it goes on sale Sunday. Consider ordering a fistful of subscriptions for all the rattled brides in your life….
June 23, 2006 | Comments Off
Jun
22

I’ve posted some of my old summer essays at my website, Big Sky Astrology, just to get you in that day-after-the-solstice spirit:
Slowing Down, Turning Around (2005) - “Just as the sun at the summer solstice appears to stand still in its movement across the horizon, then turn around and move the other way, that is our job at midyear: to stand still for a moment, look around, and take stock of where we are….”
Behind the Wheel (2004) - “Unlike when I was a small girl, I don’t feel so safe out on the open highway, and I find reasons to stay put - work, cats, money. The truth is, everybody keeps leaving, and the more they leave, the more desperately I want to stay rooted in place….”
Tectonics (2001) - “As much as we seek security, our souls know we need movement in order to keep growing. Even the earth — our home — is not a given, not a solid platform we stand on. Like life, it’s a relatively thin and fragile thing, broken into big pieces that bang together, drift apart, and graze each other in passing– full of movement and change, designed to put us exactly where we need to be and to keep us wondering where, precisely, that is….”
True North (2000) - “Yesterday, as my aunt’s daughter, my sister, and I rushed around, providing food and comfort—a little clumsily, like children playing dress up—while waves of grieving men and children washed up against us, I thought, Good god, now we’re all that’s left. Our mothers left us their compass, hidden deep in our fourth houses like buried treasure; but we’ll have to learn to read it ourselves if we’re to bring this ship safely into harbor….”
Happy summer, y’all.
June 22, 2006 | Comments Off
Jun
19
As a married couple with thirteen years of trandem entertaining under our belts, Jonny and I are fairly unflappable hosts. Spilled wine, broken dishes; inebriated or emotionally distraught guests, guests suffering from heat exhaustion or from canopies falling over on their heads; too much food, too little food, food allergies… we’ve seen it all.
Or so we thought. But Saturday night, a scant half-hour before our dinner guests were due to arrive - and just a few hours before the exact conjunction of Mars and Saturn, representing blockages of all kinds - every drain in our house spontaneously… stopped draining. And for a moment, we froze like deer in the proverbial headlights.
But then the reflexes born of many years’ experience kicked in, and we sprang into action. Within an hour, Jonny had gone to three home improvement stores and finally tracked down and rented an electric snake to clear the drain. Meanwhile, I held down the fort, finishing the cooking and entertaining guests with salty snacks and as little liquid as possible. Within 90 minutes, indoor plumbing had been restored and we were all sitting down to dinner and a dazzling array of cool beverages, which we enjoyed without restraint.
Teamwork and coordination, friends: thats the key to a marriage that works. That, and a 75-foot electric drain cleaner every few years.
June 19, 2006 | Comments Off
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