Two notables yesterday:

1. Walked past Mom reading the East Valley Tribune. She said, “You want to hear your astrology[sic].” I said I did. So she read to me the entry for Capricorn from Eugenia Last’s astrology column for the 2nd of March 2003: “Charm will get you everything you want today. You will be insightful but at the same time know how to take advantage of what others have going. Your ability will lead to a cash injection for a project you want to do by yourself.” That last part caught my attention. “What?” I said. She read it again. “Let me see that,” I said. I read it. I do have a project that I want to do by myself. It’s only about the biggest thing on my mind these days, except for actually staying off crack and coke. And, as a matter of fact, I did receive a cash infusion for that project yesterday. I’m not working right now and am in debt up to my ears, so I made a deal with Mom early on: help me get back on my feet with room, board, and a monthly allowance of whatever you can afford so that I can work on my recovery and my project, chip a bit at my mountainous debt, and have a bit leftover for training treats for the dog. I have sworn I will pay her back with interest plus. And I will, no question. So, yesterday was the day she cut me a check for March. How uncanny is that? I don’t know about the first two sentences but that last one was dead one and it wasn’t so vague that it could be interpreted to fit anybody like the naysayers say. Now I’m not saying I’m a dyed in the wool believer but everyonce in a while a horoscope or astrology profile will be pinpoint specific and eerily accurate. The first time was when a college girlfriend got out her book to make her case. We read the capricorn profile. It said capricorns like to write, like music, and sports like rock climbing. At the time I was brand newly aspiring to writerdom, was a radio DJ and a music critic for a local publication, and was very much into rock climbing.
2. Yesterday was my second “everything day.” [See “Pooped” entry and everything in between.] I wrote an entry here, entered old notebook entries, watched Andy Griffith, went to the gym, practiced bongos, did laundry, attended to administrivia, worked with the dog…in short, a little from each major category. How long did it take me to get back to that? A little over two weeks. Damn. But it’s good to be back.