Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets'
secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain,
and reports regularly on her findings there.
Lunch at the Café
Moon waited until we were all seated, then began hovering around us while
we served ourselves. Mercury, of course, already does everything quickly,
but put him in Aries, and, well, let's just say he was done, up and out
the door before I'd even taken a bite.
shook her head as he buzzed by her and dropped a kiss on the top of her
head. "Oh, honey, sit for a while and let that settle! You're going to
get indigestion if you don't slow down, dear."
But he was
over at Venus, sitting across from me with one arm wrapped around Mars.
She winked and toasted me with a glass of wine, then returned to gazing
adoringly at Mars—and I really couldn't blame her. He was absolutely beautiful,
a big, rugged man with rock-steady confidence, and a knack for dressing
well. Very well. Mars in Taurus—what a great combination! All the passion
of Mars wrapped up in one earthy, sensual package. A veritable magnet.
I had to force myself to look away, but God/dess knows I didn't want Venus
in Aries mad at me.
I had other things to concentrate on. Like keeping my plate on the table,
for instance. Jupiter, it seemed, had a habit of banging on it with his
large, heavy hand to emphasize just how funny he thought the joke he'd
just told was. Apparently, that last one had been a real kicker, too.
He laughed and hit the table again, and the Moon's china rattled. She
tossed him a look, and said, "Careful, dear," but she, too, was beginning
to giggle. Jupiter's laughter was contagious. He started to get a hold
of himself, until he noticed I had a death-grip on my silverware. That
must have struck him funny, because he laughed so hard, he cried.
I exchanged glances and said, "Jupiter," at the same time. We started
giggling, and then it was all over. He had us. The Moon was laughing,
too, and looking at him with the most tender glance I'd ever seen. She
was obviously quite fond of him. Finally, Jupiter rose, wiping his eyes
with his tie. "I'd like to propose a toast," he said, getting quite serious.
We all raised our glasses. "To the success of the Café—and to getting
the message out."
and he settled down. Venus looked over at him, grinning and pretending
to be exasperated. "Okay, Uncle J. Now, can we please eat? Geez Louise!"
At that, Jupiter started grinning, threatening to shake the table with
his laughter again. Venus pointed at him with one of those long red nails
and said, "Don't you dare. No laughing."
repentant. "Oh, Venus, honey—it's good to laugh. It helps you digest your
like a chance to eat my meal before I worry about digesting it!" she tossed
sideways at me, grinning widely. "See what I let her get away with?"
him a bright red kiss and poured dressing on her salad.
Venus on the hand indulgently and winked seductively at her. "Hey—be nice,
baby. I've got tickets—but you have to behave yourself."
and clapped her hands. "Oh, boy! Music? Is it music?"
delighted. "I love music! You're the best, babe! Where are we going?"
She was obviously tickled.
"To the opera,"
he said. Oh, yeah, he was in Taurus, all right. The sign of music—good
music. I could see how he'd love opera. Venus, however, wasn't thrilled.
I could understand that, too. Dressed as she was in red-hot Aries, I thought
she'd probably feel more at home at a rock concert. "Oh. Okay." She looked
down dejectedly at her food, poking at it restlessly—but not eating. I
could feel a temper tantrum coming on.
Week: Mars in Taurus and Venus in Aries—A Case of Mutual Reception
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