Red Fish, Blue Fish: My ZodiacMarch 21, 2010 at 3:36 pm | Posted in Bun, Family, Giggles, Lollipop | 22 Comments
I am a Pisces. That sign and me? Were meant to be together. I’m so very water: empathetic, compassionate, at turns calm and stormy.
Of course, there’s the other side: I’m oversensitive, indecisive, idealistic. Have trouble accepting less than perfection. Ahem. And another big one: I like being alone. By myself. It’s renewing, not lonely. In fact, what did my husband give me for my birthday? A day. A whole day. Alone. By myself. And a Starbucks card to go with it. Perfect.
The Stars Aligned?
But it’s strange how we ended up together, Pisces and me. See, I was a preemie. One month early. Technically, I was supposed to be an Aries. And I am so not an Aries. (Just ask my husband — he is). This sums up the Ram sign for me: “It’s all one big learning curve.” For my husband, life is all about learning. How to screen in a deck (which he’s doing right now). How to build computers (which he does for fun). How to tie a slip knot (just because he wants to know).
This learning curve? It’s one of the things I love most about him. And occasionally deplore. Like when it’s 103 degrees outside, the AC is broken, and I just want to call someone to fix it already. But Husband Googled, learned, repaired. Amazing to me.
Because I’m a Pisces. And I could paint a decent mural on your AC or write a funny little essay about it. But ask me to fix it and I’ll dissolve into an emotional puddle. (Again, the water.)
Signs, Signs, Everywhere There’s Signs
Why all this talk about signs? Well, my recent birthday, for one. And Bun’s birthday, for another. I’ve been going out of my mind trying to plan for his arrival, figure out what to do with Lollipop and Giggles and the dogs and the cat during the actual labor, coordinate schedules for (God bless them) family members who are coming to stay for a few weeks after he’s born.
I find myself desperately needing to know wondering, when is he coming? Which month? What day? What sign?
And what about Lollipop’s and Giggles’s signs? (I had to look them up.) Are their signs, like mine, a perfect fit? And how in the world (the heavens?) did Someone or Something know that they should be born when they were born?
My Three Signs
Lollipop, she’s a Libra. She’s a thinker, a communicator, a social butterfly who flits about with “flair” and “grace.” And there’s this: “There’s no way others won’t notice your style.” That explains the frog boots.
Giggles, a Sagittarius. Enthusiastic, well-liked, jovial. (Indeed … I wish you could hear the Giggles giggle.) His philosophy: “To bite off more than you can chew and then chew as fast as you can.” Especially if you stole the morsels from your sister.
Of course, some stuff isn’t spot on. Giggles, a party animal?? No, not my sweet Giggles. Surely. (Please?) Plus, my kiddos are young. Time, experience, friendship, heartbreak — all of these are going to shape the people they become, much more than their signs. But it’s an interesting jumping-off point, a curious cosmic coincidence to consider.
Under the Nesting Moon
And the way I’m going, what with this existential star-planet-moon-sign thing? I’ll be reading virtual tea leaves and hosting a Tarot card giveaway next. Is this emotional nesting? Since the clothes are sorted, the banister scoured, the name chosen (hallelujah!), is my mind taking over the task of getting ready for baby?
I could Google it, but, well, that’s Husband’s job. He’s the Aries.
What’s your sign? Does it fit? What’s your take on astrology in general? Know how to read tea leaves??