StarIQ.com's
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.
Cosmic
Café 24:
Jupiter and Saturn
in Taurus
I
slept long and hard after my "date" with Pluto, and didn't remember
dreaming—which was probably a good thing. When I finally opened my eyes,
it was night. I realized I hadn't spoken to Jupiter in a day or two, so
I grabbed the cell phone Mercury had given me and punched the number one.
Mercury answered, of course—after all, he's the cosmic equivalent of a
switchboard operator.
"Hey,
doll. Where ya been? Jupiter's been freaking out over here."
"It's
a long story," I answered. "A really long story. Can I talk
to him?"
"Sure.
Hold on."
A
second later, my favorite planetary uncle was on the phone. "Hey,
babe. You okay?" There was a legitimate concern in his voice—something
I'd never associated with this risk-loving planet. I reminded myself that
he was in Taurus at the moment, however, a sign that was almost as famous
as Capricorn for being cautious, and I reassured him.
"I'm
fine, sweetie—just went on a long, strange trip. With Pluto," I added.
"What?"
I thought Jupiter was about to come through the phone at me. "Pluto?
What did he do to you?"
I
tried to calm him down. "I'm fine, darlin', I'm fine. Really. No
cause for alarm. We just had dinner, that's all."
Jupiter
exhaled heavily into the phone. "Dinner doesn't take two weeks, honey.
But I guess that's your business."
"Two
weeks? I've been gone two weeks?" I glanced around the room for my
cat, suddenly worried, but he was fine, curled up on his favorite chair,
sleeping. Who had been taking care of him? "Who took care of Zuni?"
I asked.
"Moon
did," Jupiter answered. "She went over to feed him every day."
I smiled. It sure did come in handy, having the great cosmic nurturer
tending to your needs personally. She would never have allowed my baby
to starve. No wonder he looked so contented.
"I'll
have to thank her," I said. "Next time I come in."
"Yeah,
well, you'd better get your Sagittarian butt down here soon, babe,"
Jupiter answered, his tone remarkably lighter. "We've got reservations."
"Reservations?
What do you mean? Are we going somewhere? Do I need to pack?"
"Nah,"
Jupiter answered. "I move a lot faster than Pluto does. You'll be
back in a day."
Another
trip. Ah, well—life had been one long trip since I'd first been to the
Café—and what could possibly be bad about traveling with Jupiter? He was
the King of the Gods, after all. "Dress comfy, and wear your walking
shoes, okay?"
"Okay,"
I agreed. "But where are we going?"
"Well,"
he began, and then there was a pause. I heard the click of his lighter
and realized he was puffing on yet another cigar. "Saturn and I were
talking after you left, and believe it or not, the picky bastard actually
suggested you were due for a reward."
"A
reward? Why?"
"I
don't know, babe," Jupiter answered. "Maybe it had something
to do with your visit the other day. I don't ask questions when he finally
gets in the mood to give something up. I just take it and go. So let's
go. When can you be here?"
"Um…shortly,"
I said. "But where? C'mon, tell me."
Jupiter
laughed delightedly. "Nope. You'll find out when you get here. See
ya in a bit, honey."
I
hung up the phone, smiling, and headed for the shower.
When
I got to the Café, there was a cab outside, its motor idling. I walked
past it and went inside, looking for Jupiter. He emerged from the kitchen
almost immediately, carrying two tall long-stemmed glasses and an ice-bucket
with a bottle of champagne. "Let's go, babe. Time's a wastin'."
Of
course it was. Jupiter was never famous for his patience, moderation,
or ability to sit still. I followed him into the back seat of the cab
and listened as he told the driver to take us to the airport—to the international
terminal. I wasn't all that surprised to learn that we were leaving the
country. Jupiter is the ruler of all long-distance journeys—and the King
of Excess. He popped the cork on the champagne and poured us each a glass.
"Here's to you, baby," he said, grinning widely. "Courtesy
of me and Saturn."
Suddenly,
I realized that both Jupiter and Saturn were forming an easy trine to
my Venus. What a great combination! I had often remarked to students that
the best of everything arrived when both of those planets touched our
charts. Although Jupiter never needed an excuse to pass out a treat, Saturn
only gave you what you deserved. As a result, "lucky breaks"—that
were really only half luck, and half-earned—were common. I must've been
a very good girl this year.
I
smiled and toasted Jupiter. "So now will you tell me where we're
going?"
He
guzzled the entire glass of champagne, belched loudly and said, "Sorry,
babe. Gas. You know." I giggled. Of course he had gas—that's what
the planet Jupiter is made of. He paused, pounded his chest and said
"Europe, babe. Europe."
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