Athena's Web Weekly Column

  Week of November 6th - July 12th,  2009

Earth to Aquarius . . .
        Earth to Aquarius . . .

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Dad's photo

The "Go-to" Guy

  Space is not always the place."

  Dad's off in a world all of his own. Born on February 11th, 1925, he's an Aquarian with Mercury and Venus in Aquarius squaring his Mars in Taurus. He's original, unusual and marches to the beat of a different drummer. The ruler of Aquarius, Uranus, rotates around an axis almost 90 degrees out of alignment from the other planets of our solar system. They're out-of-whack.

  So are Aquarians.

Dad's socks

Marching to the beat of a different set
of Day-Glo socks. . .

  But Aquarians, and especially those with Mercury in Aquarius, can be very bright. Dad aced a test on computers back in '69, something no one else had done. The author of the test flew out to meet Dad personally. Earlier, as a high school student, he showed a mathematics teacher how either of two solutions to a test problem could have been equally arrived at. Unfortunately, he did this in front of the entire class. In a lengthy soliloquy, the principal later informed Dad that he was never to do that to a teacher, or anyone else in authority, again, even if he was right.

  We are the sum total of all our pieces, and Dad's other pieces are Virgo. What keeps him grounded is his Virgo Ascendant and 1st house Virgo Moon. He's always been a perfectionist at his job and work the high altar of his religion. Even now the desk and its paperwork is the hub of his world, finding, losing (Parkenson's), and then finding again the receipts that need to be paid, have been paid or will be paid in the far distant future. His three-ring binders are placed with precision, each index known by heart.

  Mercury deals with our words, thoughts and communications. Aquarius is the distant drummer. Dad's developed a unique (Aquarius) vocabulary (Mercury) for the world around him, and expects everybody else to follow along. He's done this all his life. The family's grown used to it. The remote control for the TV is called a "tokem". ("Where's the tokem?") Leader's Hardware becomes Leander's. I had a friend in high school whose nickname was Cruncher. He weighed 110 pounds sopping wet; hence the tongue-in-cheek label. Dad dubbed him 'Blooper'. I don't know why.

 Neither does he.

 While home on family business recently, we walked into the 'Taste of China' a few weeks ago for lunch. The Asian waitress came over to take our order and said something about the menu items he didn't understand, to which he automatically responded "Wie, bitte?", an expression in German meaning "Pardon?" or "Excuse me?" The waitress just looked at him blankly and said, "What??" I had to explain to him that it might be possible an Asian waitress working in a Chinese restaurant who hadn't been stationed in Germany after the war and had ex-German army officers working under them might not understand German.

 This was news to him.






My Favorite Martian

My Favorite
Martian

My Favorite Martian

My Favorite
Martian Dad

 In another Aquarian twist, in the following there is at least a glimmer of logic. In Framingham there's a road nearby known as Temple Street. Dad calls it Rabbi Road. The CVS store is on the corner of Rt. 9 and Rabbi Road.

        "Got it, Dad!"

 You have to know the code.

 I don't know where he comes up with these things.

 I think they're intermittent alien transmissions.


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