I'm known around here for baking scones. I've baked many hundreds of them and given them away to a great array of people, for no reason
for months and months.
I've no reason to do this other than I felt like doing it. I have a spatula that says: "Stay Calm and Bake!" I guess it relaxes me. I do get into it.
Then, yesterday morning, I brought scones to two people. A third person saw me and asked, "Where's mine?" This caught me off guard. I'd just baked for her, four days prior. I found myself apologizing and promising to bake for her the following week. On the way home, I told my
husband this would be my last batch of scones for a while.
"I just can't believe..."
"They think you're Mary Poppins, P," he said.
"Hmm," I said. It sounded like a grunt.
The new moon in Aquarius takes place late this evening. It lands in my first house. I've been pushing away to make space for myself. I tend to be a warm person so I'm not entirely comfortable with what I'm doing; but I feel compelled. There is nothing wrong with Mary Poppins,
but I don't want to be typecast.
