I’m still deciding whether to go on a date with Rick. Because of the current Mars-Uranus clash, my horoscope for the next few days indicates that I should not be pushed or pressured into anything. I plan to give the option of dating some more thought.
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I was planning to make a quick dinner and stay in tonight, maybe even watch an old film, but Michelle called out of the blue and insisted we go out to dinner. Michelle’s husband, Mark, offered to watch the kids for the evening, and she leapt at the opportunity. Michelle loves the city. Born and raised in a suburb of Duluth, Minnesota, she has always been drawn to the big city like a moth to the light. Growing up in New York City has often made me numb to the city’s intrigue, but I cannot imagine living anywhere else. This city is home.
Read MoreHIGHLIGHTS: Sunny days and happiness abide in this last month of summer. The August sun is in lavish Leo until August 22, when it enters efficient Virgo. The moon is full in Aquarius on August 10, and the new moon enters the sign of Virgo on August 25. Lucky Jupiter and romantic Venus travel together in Leo midmonth. Mercury leaves the creative party in Leo’s lion den on August 16 and enters Virgo, where it feels at home. Mars and Saturn are both moving direct in Scorpio.
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The past few days have been incredibly busy. My Internet was out for almost 24 hours, so I was unable to submit my column on time. Sarah spent almost an entire day on the phone with the service provider, while I raced to a coffee shop down the street to send my column to Luminary World—a little past deadline.
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Jeff and Julie are staying with my ex-husband, Jack, on the Upper East Side for a few days. The brownstone is quiet but not without the occasional thump of King’s water bowl or Meow’s impressive leaps from sofa to sofa. During her last visit, one of my favorite clients, Rachel, brought a large peacock feather for Meow and a squeaky rubber banana for King. They were both ecstatic to receive these gifts. I haven’t seen King so excited over a new toy since he was a puppy. Meow, too, seemed younger and more nimble as she wrestled with the feather. I couldn’t help but be reminded of how many years have gone by.
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The other day I was so swamped with clients that I ended up finishing my final session around 7 o’clock. Sarah was a huge help, as usual. Although the phone kept ringing, I insisted that she was done for the day. I sent her home around 5 o’clock to enjoy what was left of the warm Manhattan evening. The weather has been unpredictable as always, but this particular afternoon was remarkably mild, and I know how much Sarah loves taking long walks. This afternoon was too perfect to let her pass up.
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I woke up the other night from a vivid dream to find Meow perched on my head and King whimpering to be let out. I dreamed that I was swimming in a large pool of water. Suddenly, the water began to turn gray, dark. Out of the blue, the sky began to rain down pages filled with words, clearly torn out of books. As soon as the pages hit the water, the water turned to dust and I awoke.
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Jeff is out on a date. Earlier, he, Julie, and I spent the afternoon picnicking in Central Park. King was thrilled to be out on the town. Emma and I take him on long walks every now and then, but a picnic in Central Park was special. I was transported to another time—when the kids were younger and King was only a pup. We spent hours riding our bikes or playing catch—no matter the activity, we always had a great time.
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It’s so nice to have Jeff home again. The other day, I found myself smiling as I watched him play ball with King in the backyard. Jeff’s lean former-football-star physique and King’s grand white coat and glowing blue eyes against the gray NYC afternoon are quite a sight. Last weekend, Julie insisted we take the…
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My housekeeper and dear friend, Emma; my daughter, Julie; and I have been busy bees in the kitchen. My apron is covered in flour, there’s onion juice in my eyes, my feet are swollen, my knuckles are bruised, my leather ballet flats appear to be ruined and there is likely chocolate swirled into my blond curls, but I simply couldn’t care less. My son, Jeff, will soon be home for the summer!
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