I enjoy reading one or two horoscopes. My friend Artist Bloom sent me this one yesterday. Normally, I take their advice/information with a bucket of salt... but how could "Truly, the autumn of 2009 will be your best time ever. Jupiter will remain in your sign until January 17, 2010, plenty of time to seed your dearest dreams" be wrong? OK, it is American and a bit cheerleading in tone. Nonetheless, I am having a brilliant Autumn (nothing to do with the fact that Pops leaves tomorrow morning).
For a more sarcastic view of the stars, see an Irish interpretation; it is not for the fainthearted or easily offended, be warned.
I even read Pops bits of his horoscope from the first one. He did not want to hear the romantic advice though. Then I left him set up in front of a blazing fire and a film showing (he waited for me to put the DVD on, the big pampered child). He was still not feeling great, but since he has a stomach bug and continued to eat food that was not suitable, I have no sympathy. Since I was not working yesterday, I got his diet under control. As a result, he is feeling a little bit better this morning although he has gone back to bed.
I left him to go to my new local (my normal local is still closed after the fire, which I wrote about a few posts back). I had organized a leaving drinks evening for him. We all had a great time even though he wasn't there. I did get a card and all signed it, including the friends who do not know him. There was a good turnout. As he put it, "Only in Ireland could you have a party without even attending it." He liked the card.
We were in the new local for quite a while; the last hangers on, including me of course, finally left around 2 am. Then I went to my late-night winebar with an Italian friend. As one does.
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