Notes of Concern...
...Jack Blair
A LOT OF BULL
I was born on June 4th.
All my life, according to the Zodiac, I have been a Gemini, a twin.
While I do not place a lot of faith in Zodiac signs or the supposed characteristics that are predictable in people based on the Zodiac, I have over the years enjoyed being told by those who believe in these signs how my personality fits the Gemini designation.
Since my wife is also a Gemini I just assumed we were the “twins” being referred to!
So often in life change upsets the apple cart.
After much study a couple of “dingbats” have decided someone got the dates wrong or that the stars are out of alignment or that Elvis screwed things up when he went hiding behind a yet undiscovered star in a far away galaxy.
Whatever.
They say this has all happened because the Earth got a little wobbly on her axis. And here I thought my “wobbly days” were due to an aged body with a bit of arthritis. Who knew the globe was playing “bake and shake” without our knowledge.
(Well, in all fairness Al Gore did tell me about the “bake” part. And to think I thought he was flaky.)
I am now a "Bull", a Taurus.
No “BS” - a bull I am!
The wife gets to remain a Gemini! I hope she doesn’t start looking for a new “twin” to replace me. She was never much into barnyard animals and, as I recall, even refused to go see a bullfight when we visited Spain.
So I am now a bull.
This will not come as a surprise to many who know me. Although my true sign was hidden all these years many have accused me of being a “bull in a China shop.” People have long known I can “throw the bull” with the best of them. And over the years a number of strangers have said “BS!” in response to something I have said. Perhaps I should have picked up on those early clues that something was remiss.
Frankly, I don’t think I ever bought into the Twin/Gemini thing. I have always known I was “one of a kind.” No way there was another of me. So maybe there is something to this Bull stuff. I can now go by the name “Bull Blair.” It has a nice ring to it but no matter what bulls wear in their noses I am not having any nose ring in mine.
So as I enter my golden years of retirement I find I now have to adjust my personality, abandon my Gemini life and internalize my Taurus.
I may not be writing for a few weeks because I have to first find a carnival sideshow or a traveling Gypsy band to learn more about my new horoscope and how it might impact my membership in AARP.
Psychic readings don’t come cheap and I am going to need to cash in a few IRAs in order to get a handle on my new found personality.
From the website Explore Astrology I found this definition of the new me:
“The function of Taurus, more than any other sign, is to witness to the value of the senses in human life. We are material beings with physical bodies which have needs and desires, and Taurus says, in effect, these needs are valid, the body's desires are to be valued and appreciated for their own sake. Good food, good wine, good sex, a beautifully furnished home and tastefully chosen clothing are all to be enjoyed, and can make Taureans feel good about themselves, and so make them more lively and satisfying contributors to human life as a whole.”
As everyone who has packed on some years knows, the older we are the harder it is to change. But I am reasonably clever and I intend to accept this major diversion in my life and plan accordingly.
“Good food, good wine, good sex, a beautifully furnished home and tastefully chosen clothing are all to be enjoyed…”- I accept. It is surely a big challenge but as the old saying goes: it isn’t much of a hill for a stepper!!!
A man does what a man has to do!
I wish they had notified me of this change in my teenage years. It is going to be a little hard to live up to the Zodiac expectation at my current stage in life. But I intend to make every effort to do so.
I am reminded of that story of the old bull and the young bull standing on a hill, looking down on a herd of cows… well, that is another story and not appropriate for a family newspaper but it is an example of how a bull is supposed to operate. Suffice to say I am so happy to be the “old bull” and to now know it was always my destiny.
