January 14, 2011
I began the day wondering if I was still a virgin. I looked it up on the internet, and I am.
Walter on the other hand, needs to come out of the closet. After living under DADT for his entire life, pretending to be something he was not, I discovered today that he was a Sagittarius, not a Capricorn. I needed to learn what I had gotten myself into now that Walter's true and essential self had been revealed after all these decades. I found a description of Sagittarius here. (Sagittarius is a centaur, definitely not the randy, old goat that he always led me to believe he was. And how did he trick me for more than a quarter of a century so that I didn't notice he was half man and half horse. I mean, really? I couldn't tell the difference between a goat and half a horse?)
How could I have missed that he was really "blindly optimistic," "careless," "irresponsible," and "jovial?" You think you know someone, then bang, the astrological calender changes and you find yourself wondering, really wondering.
My mother (and Erin) have become Tauruses (Taurusii?).
Davis is now a bland Pisces.
I can only take comfort that some things remain constant, and yes, I persist as the perpetual virgin. My only question is how my sister, Katherine, became a virgin after all this time.