Dear Friend and Reader:
FIRST I HAVE a story about what kind of day it’s been, this day of the Mercury station retrograde in Libra, just a few weeks from the presidential election, 48 hours before the debate (as of this writing) and with a trillion dollars currently in the process of changing hands.
I went to Woodstock this morning for an acupuncture appointment, after which I sometimes go and sit outside Taco Juan’s and start my Friday column, making sure to visit the Golden Notebook bookstore next door. I bought a copy of The Fellowship of the Ring in honor of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins’ birthday Monday, and read that incredible introduction by Tolkien telling how it took him 13 years to write The Lord of the Rings amidst many other duties that he didn’t neglect.
I deliberately took an unfamiliar route going home, got lost in the hills between Saugerties and the Town of Ulster, found a farm stand that sold big friendly plants, bought two bushy ones and a cactus, and went back to my studio…where I was greeted by the business card of a private detective stuck into my door.
The card didn’t have a phone number, which is a little odd and intimidating, but I didn’t know what to make of that. I noted the time, so I could cast the astrology — which I did, and which turned out to be right. Those horary charts almost always are.