Thank goodness for Facebook! Through one of the many applications available there, it was reconfirmed that I am an 8, a set of scales and a goat.
I was born on the 8th and when, last October, I was about to celebrate my birthday, I was chatting to the police on my driveway.
I had rung them again about the rocks and pebbles that were landing on my roof in this south-western Sydney war-zone.
The children on one side of my granny flat where this iMac lives were feuding with the girl, on the other side. They had clashed, at school, not far from here.
I was given a policeman’s telephone number and reassured that next time, I should ring him.
I did. He wasn’t available. Two other officers attended. Advised me to go and speak with the parents of the throwers.
I did. The conversation was quickly diverted to places where we had lived in the past and it was put to me that the projectiles probably came from somewhere else. (The other possibility a very small toddlers living behind the back fence who would have to be capable of bending them like Beckham, over a HUGE 15 metre or so shrub, which fills this backyard.
I felt dissatisfied.
The war continued.
Walking past the local police station the next day or so, I decided that, after all, that is what police can help you with.
I was made to wait……….and wait……… A young couple came and waited to. Probably wondering if I was doing my weekly reporting to the police station. :(
Finally I was called to the counter and given the advice that I should contact the local council and arrange for a mediation session between the parents of these children, my neighbours, who had been close to fisticuffs.
I felt dissatisfied.
I am a Libra. Making peace is supposed to be one of the skills/talents, that the stars gave me, in October, 1943, when I arrived in Gouda, the Netherlands, during the occupation by Holland’s neighbours.
I never did arrange for that mediation.
Now EIGHT months later. It is very quiet here. No more noisy bikes being revved, in the backyard and along the creek, next door. No more fuel smell in the air. Hardly any banging of a trampoline being tilted while one child climbs it until it slams back to the ground.
Above all……touch wood……..fingers crossed……….no rocks being thrown.
The neighbour on the other side (the target) put his head over the fence, yesterday. Relieved to tell me that he had been to court and let off.
(I’m not clear on the details but it appears he had been accused of physically threatening the child(ren) who had upset his daughter.
When we moved here, in 1972 (as I’ve told you before) an elderly couple whose two youngest sons still briefly lived with them, while the other three had long left home) had owned and lived in that house and almost never came outside into the backyard, which had last year become the launching area.
They were the most gentle couple. Dutch-Indonesian and of course, on very good terms with my (Dutch-born) parents.
It is so quiet on this Sunday morning. I hope I have not jinxed myself.
I am a bit superstitious!!
I started to write about that but, the Dutch saying (Yes. Another of my mother’s favourites…) is: Waar het hart vol van is, loopt de mond van over.
Literally: What he heart is full of, pours out of the mouth.
It says, on my facebook page that I am: a contentious flirt.
(Mmmm. Was that in the past?)
That I am ostensibly a dependent lover of beauty and equilibrium and claim to need a peaceful environment, but others know better.
That Librans, born in Goat years, are testy and quarrelsome people. That we love an argument, a good old heated discussion, and a challenge.
That the Libra/Goat requires the regard of his peers and that he likes to be looked at, contemplated, taken seriously and admired.
(Displayed my paintings, in Oyster Bay, recently.)
(Stood in front of classes, of all ages, for many years.)
That to this end, I will _do almost anything-once.
That Libra/Goats are bit lightheaded; but not superficial.
They can work intensely and long to reach a goal and often bite off a lot more than it seems they will be able to chew.
(Just look for my various aliases, on the internet!!)
Admire a Libra/Goat and they will follow you anywhere.
And then the description goes off the track!
Romance is one area where these folks really shine! Candlelight dinners, trips to tropical paradises, downy four-poster beds and lacy underwear merely foreplay. Sex is omnipresent in this sensual person’s life. He or she knows precisely what to do.
Have never worn lacy underwear!
Nor can I take credit for the current peace around me. Please let it remain!!!
I am an 8. A set of scales. A goat. And currently enjoying the peace. Hopefully it’s not armistice!!!