On Friday, September 4, I shipped 3 cases of books to Ohio. Either that or the knitting-book thieves hit my warehouse for the 3 boxes closest to the door and ignored the other 230 of them. I printed out labels, arranged for a pick-up by the carrier, unlocked the door in the morning and went about my business. In the afternoon I returned to lock the door. The books were gone, and all seemed well.
But . . . these books went missing . . . or disappeared . . . or . . ? The books weigh almost two pounds each . . . we’re talking almost 80 pounds of freight here.
Yesterday morning I was greeted by an Angus steer calf at my porch steps. We’re not talking about a sweet new spindle-shanked baby that arrives in late February or early March. We’re talking about a 250+ pound soon-to-be-weaned fellow. He was calling for his Momma.
I am not she. She was out there with his cousins and aunties in the pasture behind me.
Mercury is the winged messenger. When he appears to be going backwards in the sky communication, electrical wiring and all sorts of connections go wonky.
I don’t have much stake in astrology but I do pay attention to patterns. I’ve decided not to take these odd happenings too seriously until Mercury is headed in the right direction again.
p.s. As of tonight, sweet young calf fellow has been returned to Momma and the boxes of books have been found. Patience is not only a virtue . . . it’s a problem-solver.
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I don’t take astrology seriously in itself, but I think any belief system gains some kind of power from the volume, intensity and duration of belief given to it. And it can’t be denied that kooky stuff happens on the full-moon; just ask any EMS worker, police officer or nursing-home attendant.