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The Moon in your 10th House of Public Responsibility indicates that you are being asked to pitch in and help someone out now, even if you're weary of putting your needs second. But your generosity of spirit* prevails because ultimately you want to assist others in reaching their potential. Nevertheless, the Sun's tense connection to relentless Pluto enables you to make a plan and then stick with it as if your life depends on it. Focusing on the details should allow things to flow more easily throughout the day.

* hahahahaha. (Like THAT will ever happen) Horrors. And they knew ahead! Wish I could know ahead a few days so I wouldn't keep getting trapped like this. Have spent the day waiting for a couch to be picked up. TY dewcided he was tired of snoozing on non-leather and so we were gonna dump a perfectly good sleep sofa that we can use in guest emergencies. Instead we are installing a huge new leather couch along with it's huge new leather chair and their huge new leather hassock. All in a teensy room. Sigh. I have no say. So I was stuck here all morning waiting for the guys and the truck, then I had to deal with all that stuff that grows under a huge couch that no one can move. In the process I found a whole new shelf-full of books, then I hung five pictures that were leaners so long that stuff grew behind them too. So, I have pitched in and helped and have a pout on my face instead of doing it with good graces. Because TY is playing golf, and he is playing again tomorrow exactly when the new huge leather stuff will be delivered so I will be stuck for Day 2 again. How's that for Public Responsibility? Guess my next fun Public Responsibility is to pay some bills.

I did manage to get to the studio yesterday to hand off Lacey to the Dog Committee Lady to transport her to the guy who will do the clear-coat. In exchange she left me the GIGANTIC pedastal that she will eventually be bolted to with instructions to decorate it to match Lacey. I*think*not. I told her through clenched teeth that I will paint the damn box or I will cover it with material (she gleefully accepted and started talking about fiberfill and nailheads and I DEclined with equal enthusiasm.) but it will NOT be covered with antique lace and layers upon layers of paints. I may be a sucker but my edges are about worn off these days. So I headed for Home Depot to buy a dropcloth (they look just like linen but who knows what petrochemicals went into their manufacture...) I need to cover a box 2' high, 2' deep, and 4' long so foimd a dropcloth that is 6'x9'- perfect, right? No. Because in tiny print under the 6'x9' large print it says: actual measurement 5'9"x 8'6". So now instead of just wrapping the box up like a giant unmovable present, I must cut and fit each side, and I am getting TMJ from jaw clenches.
Now, since I was in Home Depot I thought I would give the 'Contractor Service Desk' a shot so asked there about ordering homasote for my studio. I haven't been able to get it anywhere in south Florida for three years now, but someone told me I might be able to special order it. Contractor Service guy told me they don't carry it because of EPA rules, which is about as accurate as telling me they don't carry paint either. He did start looking for it on his computer as I hummed a happy tune and tapped my happy foot. Finally a woman emerged from the back room and was talking to him about something else and just matter of factly asked me what I needed. i told her and she immediately told me she could of course order it and did I want it DELIVERED. Hell, yes. So next Thursday I have SIX (count 'em) six 4x8 sheets of homasote being brought to my door. God bless Helen, a nice lady from Philadelphia, who knows her stuff. I offered to take her out to lunch I was so happy. I think she declined because I was a tad *too happy*, bordering on scary.

After buying all the Ikea stuff, then this homasote, and now having to pay the handyman to help me out, I can't afford all those flannel sheets to cover them so for the time being I guess they will just be painted white. And that's my story.