The busy part started almost as soon as the conjunction had taken place. There was a soft knock on the door from one of the neighbor children. It was Crystal, wanting to play with a puzzle. About 40 minutes later there was another quiet knock knock. This time it was Millie. Millie and Crystal are cousins and they are both in first grade.
We read some, played with puzzles and then Crystal asked if they could draw, so we got the paper and coloring pencils and markers out.
At about 5:50 Millie said we shpuld go look for the sun. We looked at the orange moon ball through eclipse shades and Millie danced around. She danced a lot today, in between trying to jump on the pogo stick and swinging the hula hoop around her waist.
We went inside and the girls drew some more. We talked about mothers. They said they wanted me to be their mother. I said ok. They each gave me a peck on the cheek. After a while I said I was tired of being the mother it was someone else's turn. Crystal said she would be the mom.
About 20 minutes later there was another polite knock. "I am tired," I said. I was on the couch with my feet up watching the girls draw pictures to make a book. "Ooh! Crystal you should annswer the door since you're the mom!"
"Ok!" And she went to answer the door. It was Millie's brother Jesus. Their mom wanted to know where Millie was. Next thing we had Eduardo knocking. He is in 3rd or 4th grade. He has big sweet eyes and walks like popeye. Eduardo is the youngest brother of 5 boys. Then finally came Millie which is short for Milagro which is Spanish for miracle since they finally had a girl.
It is cool to watch them all filing down the street to the bus stop in the mornings with their mom.
The boys made origami with big pieces of paper. When it was almost sunset the girls and I went back out. "You have to stand still in one place so you can see it moving. Can you see it going down behind the trees?"
"Yes!" Crystal could see it. But Millie was dancing and running in circles with the eclipse shades.
"Let me have those. I'm afraid they'll get broken." Mean mom, but they were too happy to be bothered.
Then they played on the monkey bars. At one point Crystal had left the house crying. She cried at the big oak tree in the front for a minute and then went home. Jesus taped Millie's pages togther to make a book. I taped Crystal's pages together and took them to her house. Her mom was outside --her aunt and cousin were visiting. I showed them the pictures Crystal drew and translated the words she wrote into spanish, I told them about how I got to be the mom and then Crystal was the mom. Crystal kept opening and peeking through the front door and then going back inside.
As I was leaving she came running up behind me wanting to come back and play some more. We finished the book we had left off reading earlier and then watched the sunset as I described earlier.
Then a friend stopped by to visit while Millie and Crystal were outside blowing bubbles. After a little while I asked them to go home so I could visit with my friend. Crystal did not want to go. She pouted. But Millie put her bottle of bubbles inside and offered to take Crystal's. Millie announced that she was going home and Crystal followed her.
I had a short visit with my friend and then she left to go to a birthday party for a friend who is turning 50.
It was a really special day. I wondered what it would be like, Mercury catching up to Mars in Virgo. Every one was so well behaved. Any time one person said something out of sorts another person improvised a response to smooth things over. I congratulated the girls when they came to an agreement on sharing the eclipse shades. They thought it was perfectly natural, but I was amazed and delighted.
Now a friend is calling! More fun! What a wonderful way to celebrate this very Virgo day.
Mercury looks like Venus with a little Moon hat. It is right beside Mars, the circle with the arrow. They are at 7 degrees Virgo. Virgo is the green m with a little cross through the end of it. You can see it on the top of the chart circle on the right.
