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Someone must have a direct line into my life with these horoscopes:

Taurus

Throughout today, you will feel the impact of past actions very strongly. This could include both pleasant reminders of what you have accomplished, as well as unpleasant reminders of what you haven’t managed to do yet. Be prepared for pangs of sadness to pop up here and there. There is no going back, so do not succumb to any feelings of regret — it is a waste of emotion. These negative reminders are examples of big lessons you have learned. Take a philosophical approach and carry on.

Yesterday, I was the topic of conversation amongst friends. It seems one person believes I need a mate and that got the other ones to agree – so now they are going to try to “find” someone for me. You’d think I could take this as a compliment or a show of concern but instead I find it insulting. I don’t need anyone to find me anyone – I actually like being alone. Some people have a problem when my sexual or positive energy hangs in the air, it seems out of balance, that it should be directed to someone specific. I sent a text message this morning and said my loins are connected to my heart and head, when the right person comes along, all of those points will connect. But I’m perfectly fine alone, I’m good and plenty actually. So if you want to know me, know that!

I went to dinner with Jerri last night and she saw an old friend of hers. While she was at his table chatting away, I told her I was going to the table Larry was holding for us. When she came and sat down, she said her friend said about me, “well, she’s cute.” And Jerri just said, “but, of course.”

I said, “you see how you are.”

You cry and cry and cry and seek solace from loved ones. I sat my good friend down on my lap and held her while she cried. She’s handled it all so well. Katrina destroying her dream business she was building. Getting pregnant instead. Her client downsizing in her core business. Her baby having multiple medical issues along with having taken Bactrim and now may have been damaged permanently from using it for nine months. Getting pregnant again while her middle one was only 3 months old. And now the fallout in the lending industry – where her clients are. She’s managed and managed and managed and yesterday she fell apart and was apologizing because she felt she could no longer hold it together. 

I ask the universe to provide her with some T L C. 

Talk of building a permanent levee where the floodgates exist and turning Bayou St John into a lagoon. Sorry, we don’t want a lagoon.   

Bienville came up Bayou St. John in 1699 to found the city of New Orleans. How will history judge us and the Southeast Louisiana Flood Protection Authority East if we miss the opportunity to rescue, preserve and improve one of our most valuable and historic natural resources? 

Robert Counce 

New Orleans 

The other night B and F and I were at a tapas demonstration at A’s house with Swirl hosting the wine pairing. We were talking and B mentioned the word “cuntah” – a Creole term for something akin to gossip but more like a sharing that comes from one person offering up some tidbit of information in conversation and the interloper is expected to share in the discussion.

I said, cuntah, wow, that’s what I do for a living! The pronounciation is more like a soft o-ish instead of uh, like coin-tah, without too much oy, and not like what you might trying to pronounce.  

My last two Pilates classes have been challenging in new ways. I had told my new teacher I was not feeling as challenged in the mat class and she kicked it up a notch much to the pleasure of everyone. The woman beside me said after the class, “you are one strong woman.” Last night in class, we had a sub who took us through advance poses, and afterwards, she came up to me and said “you are strong.” 

I love discovering the strength in my body – Pilates has been so challenging for the last two years I have been doing it in earnest that it is good to know that it is finally paying off in some good core strength.  

Moth 

A winged sunset flutters, drawn 

toward the lamp behind me.

Addled by errant desire 

it bumps my knee, 

leaves a smudge of moonlight.

Recovering, the moth drunkenly swoons toward the glow 

again 

heavy-winged and awkward, 

a novice angel.

Now stained glass before the light 

it feather-drums the lampshade,

insistent

delirious with longing.  

Copyright (c) Anne Yohn2003. All rights reserved. 

I read Chris Rose’s article in the paper today while standing at the counter trying to swig down some lunch and started balling my eyes out. 

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. (Maya Angelou)