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.
A Case of Mutual Reception
Venus was definitely in Aries—and not about to hide her feelings. She
did love music, but in Aries, opera would bore her to pieces. Now how
was Mars going to handle this? Would he get mad at her, or try to make
peace? I waited to see his reaction.
must have forgotten that Mars understood this little lady perfectly—so
he knew he'd get that response from her. I'd also forgotten that he was
in Taurus—her sign—and she was in Aries—his sign—so they had an automatic
connection. I realized I was looking at a "mutual reception,” an
astrological term for planets wearing each other's signs. He looked over
at me, winked charmingly, then turned to her and said, "Relax, babe.
We're going to a rock opera."
The perfect solution for both of them. A rock opera. He wanted good music,
and the elegance of the opera house. She wanted excitement. He was in
thoughtful Taurus, however, and perfectly happy to do whatever it took
to make his beloved smile. He really was charming, wasn't he? I was almost
began clapping again, hugging him around the neck, and bouncing up and
down in her chair. "Baby, you really are the best! The very best!
Let's go! Let's go now!"
babe. We're gonna have our meal first. Relax."
folded her hands petulantly. "I want to go now."
wiped the corners of his mouth, finished chewing, and said, "We can't
go yet, honey. It doesn't start until tonight."
you two," said the Moon. Venus began picking at her salad, and I
indulged in mine. Jupiter was plowing through his plate with gusto—and,
of course, he was on his second helping.
and the meal? Well, it was fabulous, of course. Lots of fresh vegetables
in a rich cream sauce, homemade fettucine alfredo, and fruit salad—also
in a cream sauce. And dessert? Apple pie, of course. It was on a side-table,
waiting beneath a cheesecloth to be served, and I just knew there was
vanilla ice cream to go with it. Had to be.
smiled, closed my eyes and enjoyed the meal. And the company. And the
lesson I'd just learned.
stayed much later than I'd intended to, of course. Jupiter wanted to chat
over his cigar, since everyone was busy. Venus had finally talked Mars
into leaving, so they'd be the first to arrive at the concert. Made sense,
too. Aries planets love to be first. The Moon and Neptune were up and
about, too. They'd insisted on clearing the table, refusing Jupiter's
offer of help, chatting and laughing together as they disappeared into
the kitchen again.
lit up. "So what's your next project, honey?" He exhaled a huge
cloud of smoke.
smiled. "Um…I think I'll write about lunch," I said.
nodded. "Good idea, babe! Hey, don't let me keep you, okay? Go ahead
and get to work, but be sure to bring me a copy next time you're here."
rose and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Uncle J," I said.
kissed me back. "Me too, babe. Call me."
will." I stopped in the kitchen to thank Moon and Neptune for lunch,
but they were gone.
nap in the afternoon," Jupiter called out. "But Neptune said
she'll send you sweet dreams tonight."
waved, and headed home. I had no idea that I wasn't going to make it there
Week: Kidnapped by Pluto
the entire Cosmic Café Saga.