The Age Of Aquarius, Part II?

Are you ready? Ready for what, you say? The new Age Of Aquarius, happening this coming weekend.  According to astronomers, planets will be aligned starting this Thursday, through the weekend.

Imagine, from East to West, Jupiter, the moon, Mars, Saturn, and Pluto, lined-up across the sky.  Early risers, Thursday morning, will witness this rare phenomenon.

Proper planetary alignment (or lack thereof) could be a good excuse as to why you were late for work–or not?  I assume no liability if you should choose to do so.

Such celestial alignments, have in the past, given rise to some bizarre speculations.  One of which, was it would cause weightlessness.  I could use some weightlessness, since I need to lose a few pounds.  Not complete weightlessness–I don’t wish to float through outer space for all eternity.


When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, then peace will rule the planet, and love will steer the stars…

Harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding…The mind’s true liberation…

Lofty goals from The Fifth Dimension in 1969.  Will there ever be true peace in the world?  I don’t know.  But we can always hope.

I was there for the first go-around.  Nothing special happened for me.  Nobody said anything about the moon being in the seventh house–whatever that meant?  But you can bet I will be ready for the New Age of Aquarius–should it ever come into fruition.–


Remorse In Paradise

Guests without time to waste
Pirates, poodles, pekinese
Assigned blame, aimed to please
Blocked doors, grocery stores
Their mamas in bad moods
Whacked them with wooden spoons
Upped the ante
Five minutes more
Five minutes here
Five minutes there
But, nobody cared
Caveats, stipulations
She knew what to do
In these situations


Horses, Hams, Hacksaws & Whatever Else I Can Come Up With

“Put some elbow grease into it,” really meant putting more effort into a task. It’s a strange expression, if taken literally. What was elbow grease? Where did the expression originate? Did well-lubricated elbows function more efficiently?

“Your eyes were bigger than your stomach.” An expression that went along with, “waste not, want not.” Don’t take something if you don’t really want it. How could someone’s eyes be bigger, than one’s stomach? What a freak show that would be.

“If it thundered in December, it would snow in May.” An old bromide from my Midwestern roots. It did occasionally snow in April, rarely in May. The point was, December thunder and lightning storms, were weird. It was supposed to snow in December.

“Blue racer snakes would chase you.” I never had it happen to me–that was the legend. Also, if the snake was cut into pieces, left for dead; it would come back together overnight, and slither away.

Chickens weren’t exactly the brainiacs of the barnyard. It was alleged, that if one got a chicken to stand still, and a line was drawn in the dirt, the chicken would stand still, mesmerized.

Good luck charms: Rabbit’s feet, horseshoes, four-leaf clovers–how did these come to be regarded as good luck charms? Some people had “lucky shirts.” …Lucky colors, …Lucky days. I guess just about anything could be a good luck charm–if we wanted it to be. One thing’s for sure, the rabbit charm, wasn’t lucky for the rabbit.


From three years ago, a message about self-awareness.




Weren’t part

Of an egret’s

Innocent game

Even though

The self

Reflected self

Were one

And, the same

The rippled

Reflected self

Was perceived

As a stranger–



Real-Life Whodunits

I compromised with the two dogs this morning.  Took them on a short walk down the street.  They seemed to be satisfied with that, since I’m going to be gone most of the day.

Second week of jury duty and I’ve been summoned to report in today.  Unlike last week when things were pretty slow.

Too bad I watched that TV episode last night about the death of a juror.  Who was to blame?  It was the ex-husband.  He did it the slow way with psychological torture–destruction of the final vestiges of her self-esteem.

What’s in store today?  Will I be selected for a trial, or continue to languish in the jury pool?  That’s yet to be revealed.  There’s no lack of real-life whodunits.