Astrology Home Buoy

Sun in Cancer

7/21
"Kramer, next time, you just leave me out of your horoscopes." It was Ma "Scorpio" Wetzel, on the phone to me, "you know, when I met someone who had been reading your horoscopes, she was surprised that I didn't have pointy black hat and a broom to ride on." One of the frequent questions I get is, "Where do you get your imagination from?" I think it's pretty clear that this is genetics. I was looking for the 1982 "Sundown" album by Rank and File (Slash Records), and came across this. There is something amiss, but I'm not sure what. Went for a quick dip in Barton Springs. "Kramer, you're just like that chicken, down at the local grocery store, you've been rotating on that spit for about a year, you're all tough and leathery outside." [Virgo observation] The phone was nonstop yesterday afternoon, as was the social calendar which required about forty revisions to work everything in. I kept trying to balance all the incoming phone calls, and get out long enough to get wet, and then get back so I could go out again, and do my usual Thursday night gig, which included children this week, then go and listen to some friends play at Ruta Maya, late into the evening. Found a guy in Waco who stuffs jackalopes.

7/20
Really liked the title on this one. Spent the afternoon with a Virgo, first we went to Barton Springs for a dip in the cool [68¼] water, then back to Chuy's for a huge plate of Tex-Mex, then off to do a little errand. I'm not sure what was the best part of the day, the cool water, the hot sun, the package which came in the mail, or the quick stop at Sandy's for some "frozen custard" ice cream. Later in the evening, the phone rings, "Oh baby, I just want you." "Bored?" "No, Kramer, the cable's out. That's all."

7/19
I think I'm glad to be home, but I'm not that sure. It's hot, there's a water shortage, and it's hot. And then there are readings which just seem to take it all out of me, as if the heat wasn't enough. In an astrology readings, I sometimes deal with stuff from folks that's highly personal, confidential, and not made to be broadcast. And sometimes, like last night, just such a reading wears me out. Bit of good humor, now, from the last weekend. Scorpio's can be ever so entertaining.

7/18
So I'm "leaving Las Vegas..." (musical refrain, one would suppose). At the airport, I figured it would be cheaper than any resort food, so I opted for a burger, there. I was planning on spending the last of my big winnings on food, only to discover that airport food in Las Vegas is every bit as expensive as the stuff out on the new strip. The wedding itself was great, but there was little misdirection with it. I was promised, mind you PROMISED, that the service was going to be performed by an Elvis impersonator, on the Eiffel Tower, in Las Vegas, and the Elvis character was going to be wearing Spock (Vulcan) ears. Seems like that was just a line, bait as it were, in order to get me to attend. Bait worked. As did the subtle Leo persuasion. And I deny all the reports that I shed a tear at the ceremony. Afterwards, eventually, we all gathered in fredlet's hotel room, and I was proud to say, for just one brief, shining moment, amongst the hottest of the hi–techs, I was the, and I mean THE, Alpha Geek: ÜBer Geek. I could safely make that statement, even if my spot in the sun was fleeting, as I had posted the very first image of the service on the web. Okay, granted it's not a great picture (fredlet and daiv are hard to make out, but you can see two small figures in front of where an altar would be). I was FIRST. In the world of software, fame is rather ephemeral, though. While having dinner the other night, one of the Scorpio's was waiting to use a phone, and the gaming spirit seemed to have infected me. The person hogging the one pay phone we wanted was obviously trying to make a long distance call without the correct change. "Man, you'll never get to use that phone, see? She's on a winning streak. When you get machine which pays, you just keep putting quarters back in...."

7/17
I got stuck in a conversation about my line of work, and how I do what I do. With a publication deadline (means I've go to turn in some astrology columns) looming just up ahead, I've spent the last few mornings in Las Vegas, attending to the necessary task of actually writing the columns. Working, while on vacation. Good thing I enjoy what I do. I wanted to invoke one of my favorite opening lines from a novel, "We were around Barstow when the drugs began to take effect...." (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter Thompson) but I wasn't doing any drugs, so the sentiment lacks verisimilitude....

7/16
Saturday morning, I talked to a room service girl and a house keeping person. Both of the women were very attractive. I'm liking this place. Viva Las Vegas! "What goes on in Vegas, stays in Vegas." (Mantra from someone else's bachelor party) This is not the place I would let any normal, self respecting male attend a bachelor party. No way. Bad move. Irregardless of that.... in the bowels of one of the casino's, while walking around with fredlet, we spotted this image of Elvis, done in jelly beans. Then, after having sushi for an afternoon snack, we parted ways while I made lots of credits on a nickel slot machine, only to lose it all back. I was up almost $5.50 at one point. Those nickel slots sure were entertaining. Then, after meeting and agreeing to a attend the bachelor party, I set out to find the aquarium at the Mandalay Bay Hotel (and resort and casino). Great idea. Only, there are two aquariums, and the party was at neither, so I wandered past the acres and acres of slots, game tables, and theme bars, and took the tram to the Luxor, which was filled with acres and acres of slots, game tables, and theme bars, then hitched a ride on the tram to the Excaliber which was filled with acres and acres of slots, game tables, and theme bars. From there, I took a covered walkway to the next place — I forget the name — and it was the same image, acres and acres of slots (and so forth). I went through a South Pacific place, an Egyptian one, a medieval one, a New York place, a movie place and finally wound up under the faux Eiffel Tower, where I encountered a couple of other members of the wedding party. Then the fun began. But the hotels, the themes, the casinos themselves, they all started to look the same. Same machines, same game tables, same people sitting at the slot machines. My longest winning streak was on the first nickel slot machine, I never really got ramped up after that. I'm not sure I like this gambling stuff, I figure the odds are in favor of the house, and that's not interesting enough for me. The wedding is today, this afternoon. Elvis impersonator, in the French theme place — "Honey, we'll always have Paris (in Las Vegas)."

7/15
Big Tetris game. Amy's Ice Cream at the Austin airport. More fishing news. Traveling under a Retrograde Mercury doesn't much bother me, but I do know that my suitcase left on an earlier flight than I did. And when I was passing back through the metal detector, the guard said, "Come on through, ma'am," then looked up at me, and said,"oh, sorry." I laughed it off because that's the second time this week I've been called a girl. Or woman. And wondering just what I did when I got to Las Vegas, on a Friday night?

7/14
From Macintouch, the obsolete computer museum. "I get a little loopy after six miles in the 100 degree heat," a Virgo friend was addressing me. So do I. But at her behest, we walked on down to Barton Springs yesterday noon, only to discover the pool was closed for cleaning. "We're cleaning your springs," said the sign. But right below the pool, there's a short waterfall which feeds a more natural looking pool, and there was a small crowd of regulars swimming in the water. I more like sat there, rather than swimming. Barton Springs is a constant 68 degrees, and in the Texas afternoon, the perfect spot to stop. Then, after feeling much refreshed, we walked under the road, and over to the original Chuy's for a plate full of Tex-Mex. There's something especially refreshing about sitting in spring water which is so cold, especially after a long walk in the sun. Then, from Chuy's, it was up to Amy's for dessert. And quick hop over to the bank to cash a check for the road.... Viva Las Vegas. I was trying to relate as tale I heard the night before, "So this guy — he's one of the cooks at Magnolia — he was telling me about working in Houston, and how his girlfriend called it a nervous breakdown, but he called it an epiphany. He sat in traffic for 15 minutes, backed up to his parking place, called up work, said he was giving them two weeks' notice and wouldn't be in that day." Song for the day was from another Sagittarius: "Break on through to the other side." Although, it was more about how to cross streets while still moist from a dip in the springs.

7/13
"Kramer, I wish you wouldn't talk to the customers, sometimes." I had to agree. I figure, after spending a few hours tweaking and geeking, I'm not really suitable for human consumption. Too much time working on different computers, jumping from making a system's fax thing work (or not work, as the case may be) or trying to explain why different browsers show different images, jumping from a Dell laptop to a workstation, over to my Apple, then back again. Or listening to the Taurus/Gemini sell cell phones. "If you need coverage along the I-35 corridor, like up to Dallas, or down to San Antonio, and over to Houston, this will work fine, but this one, this is what I call the 'deer blind cell' because it works out in those barren spots in the middle of nowhere. Customers have come back in and said that these phones worked in their deer blinds." I wonder where else "deer blind cell phones" are available? Of course, I have a 'Lake Cell Phone,' but that's not nearly as remote as some deer blinds I've been in. Edit this one out? Or let it stand?

7/12
I was really looking for a "slimline pocketknife" on eBay, seeing if a broad search and clicking through hundreds of unrelated listings would help uncover some gem of a treasure. If it says "Case XX" and has "Texas" in the name, it's probably a pocketknife I'm interested in. One of the search terms kept pulling up a bunch of CD's from various artists, and on a whim, I did a search for a rare release from Restless Records, one of my old time favorites: Elvis Hitler. It's right wing punk gospel leftist anarchy punk fascist hillbilly country punk. There's one song I'm still looking for on a CD, too, it's about meeting the Lord in a truckstop, while He is having chili cheese fries. So I found one album on eBay, fit the description. The guy selling it, I had to drop him a note: "You're sick and twisted person, and I salute you. Here's my $5.95." Remember, I have rule about buying music: never pay retail. Used is much, much better. Unrelated link: Austin bashing from Dallas. And if it's not the squirrels in her backyard, then it's a raccoon on her vacation — Ma Wetzel doesn't seem to get along with rodents too well. Off to the office this morning — this having to get up early is just not fun at all.

7/11
"No, we are high maintenance — we're just easily accessible...." I was listening to a Sagittarius at the neighbor's place, hold forth about his take on astrology and his sun sign. I've been trying to find some corollary between sun signs and the folks who serve me dinner. I had a late snack last night with a Leo at Curra's — arguably some pretty darn good chili cheese fries — but that's not what they call it — they call it "Papas con queso y chorizo" — but you're not fooling me: chili cheese fries. So the server was an Aquarius. Go figure. Seen a lot of them at Curra's. "Hey, I'm making a tape for seduction, any suggestions?" "Gringo Honeymoon" by Robert Earl Keen. Matter of fact, his live album (#2 at the diner) and his recent release, both would have some tasty Texas singer/songwriter stuff. Think the "5 pound bass" song is sexy? Might want to skip that one. Let's see, Santana, of course. See his "best of" for hints. There's one Devo song, something about life is beautiful, especially if you can find the remixed, extended disco cut version.

7/10
I love to see small, relativity obscure businesses succeed. I just wish it wouldn't happen so quickly, or happen at time when I was trying to partake of their services. I had the best intentions of being on the lake early in the morning, and hiding out from the heat of the day in the late afternoon, but it just didn't go as planned, and when I rolled into a favorite sleepy little taco stand, the place was packed. I patiently waited by the front door while they cleared a table for me, eventually. And the food was better than usual, it's just the place was swarming with people. That didn't bother me, but there were Anglo faces in the crowd — that's new – and disturbing. New tag line idea: "Fishing Guide to the Stars, astrology strong enough for man, but ..." No, I don't think I have it yet.

7/9
I love days when the phone is so busy, I keep hitting the call waiting button and telling the next one to hold. What's even better, though, is leaving the trailer. Mr. Gemini and his very pregnant wife came by, and we hit Angie's for some late lunch. "You're two for two on places that she likes, dude," was my after the meal compliment. The signature corn tortilla mix is made from "masa" rather than anything else (right, like I know a lot about the ingredients in a good corn meal mix). Get the "soft tacos" at Angie's — grease runs down your elbow — a sure sign that it's good. Saw "Gladiator" at the afternoon matinee. Sort of a good movie, but there was a problem, somewhere along the middle, maybe towards the end, I began to fidget a little — that means I'm not happy about the movie. Not bad, but maybe not the greatest. Derek Jacobi was the good guy in this film. Why note a minor Shakespeare actor? He was in two [relatively] recent movie versions of Hamlet. Unrelated link: This just uncovered. But doesn't the punishment have to be greater than the reward?

7/8
So what did I do? Not much. I got up and logged in, and spent several hours basically slothing my way around the web, sort of lugubriously pointing and clicking, and marveling at not much of anything. Took a couple of calls, heated up some left over chili, and decided it would be a good day to go to the office. I wasn't halfway up the hill before I was wondering whose idea this was, with the summer heat index baking my brains, so all I did was gather up the single piece of mail, a note from the credit card company saying they had processed a $20 deposit, and my cut would be about $17.32. I reckon it's about time to look into a different processing company. Made it home. Sat in front of the computer, and sort of avoided the phone. It's just not worth answering questions when Mercury is retrograde — folks just don't want to be responsible for their own actions. Me too. I want everyone to just bow down before me. Sure, that'll happen soon.

7/7
Coffee at Texpresso. Calvin with my sentiments about Mercury being in a backwards position. This strip was odd, but for some reason, it fit with Austin's music scene, as I see it from time to time. Standard advice which no one seems to be listening to: "Lower your expectations. Not your standards, just expectations." Mercury is confusing everything.

7/6
Took a break from the cellular, modem world last night. One word: wrestling. The neighbor calls me up, presumably from his trailer, all of seven steps away, and asks if I have any good jokes. I join him on the "verandah" along with another guy, and they're drinking cold libations. We wander inside his place, and there it is: wrestling on TV. WE laughed until we cried. Sop much for listening to opera and sipping tea. I want to be a script writer for these guys. Simple, safe, not much to worry about. "Well let me tell you this, Jerry..." All that's required is scripting a few "made for TV' dialogs. Yeah, I want to work for Wrestling TV.

7/5
While it might have been a day for some people, around here, there's no rest for our intense search for enlightenment, especially if the said enlightenment involves BBQ or Tex–Mex, or some combination thereof. Or maybe low yield armaments, something with just enough sparkle power. It was a good Fourth celebration. Included some TexMex from Curra's as the BBQ places were all a little too crowded, and Amy's Ice Cream — but of course. Just a little east of Shady Acres, there's the Congress Bridge, and that makes the best place to watch the fireworks from. Just us and a few thousand of our closest friends. Maybe next year will be my chance to go to Willie's Fourth.

7/4
Tooling around the countryside — I got off on this kick about looking for Case XX pocketknives which lead to the find for the day. Now, by some collector standards. It might not rate as that great of a deal — but in my own mind it was the deal of a lifetime. Burnet County Supply is located on the north side of the Burnet County square. Just driving up to the store front, I could see the faded display marked with "Case" and the long serif for the logo C. There were a total of 3 knives in that display. I had to get the owner to dismantle the display to get it open — "55 years in business, just last week," his wife said, then added, "but I only been working here for 34 years." So this great find was a mint new knife, about 2 inches long, made in the late 60's, and its bone handle was intact on its backside but faded and crumbling from being baked by the sun. Way cool. At first, I got confused because the date so old. And I'm still wondering about how to preserve what's left of that handle. But the blades and frame are stone cold stock, still shiny. Following numerous recommendations, we had BBQ at Burnet County BBQ, a place out on highway 29. Another great find. "We proudly serve Elgin Southside Meat Market Hot Links."

7/3
Maybe it's a holiday time, and the maybe everyone else is in the holiday mode, but I just have to take it a little more easy right now. Made the usual rounds yesterday, breakfast at Magnolia, dinner at Baby Acapulco, that sort of thing. No more exciting Jackalope picture, but today is young, and there's always the call of the open road. Passed at least one set of firework stands with the ubiquitous "Buy 1 get 11 free" sign. Migrant arms dealers, and I wonder if this is a Texas thing, or if this happens in New York, too?

7/2
Watch your favorite media source. The eclipse this weekend, yesterday, was at a special point because Mars was aligned with the Sun and the Moon, added in. I wonder if there's something amiss with my musical selections, Devo and Robert Earl Keen, back to back in the player. I was wandering around town, almost aimlessly, and I was getting a warm ear from having the cell phone pressed to me ear while listening to a Gemini, when I almost ran into a Virgo I was meeting (with her new boyfriend) at Threadgill's. I was struggling to shrug into my shirt and button it up while listening attentively to the Gemini, and the Virgo wound up having to dress me. Great "pecan crusted pan seared Chicken Breast for lunch. And Virgo. Then another Virgo later on in the day. There's a pattern here. Hopped on out to Lockart (TX) for some BBQ at Black's — oldest IN THE SAME FAMILY — BBQ joint around. Decent brisket. Got an end cut off the pork ribs, too. Then I snapped a quick shot in the dining room at Black's. See? Jackalopes do exist — stuffed and mounted.

7/1
I promised someone an eclipse overview, so here's stab at it: an eclipse occurs when the sun gets in the way of the moon, or the moon gets in the way of the sun. This occurs with alarming frequency. Some of the great archeological wonders of the world were observatories, built to help determine when this happens. In more mundane and recent science, like, in the last 500 years or so, there's always been a table around which indicates when this event will occur. The first clue I use when interpreting an eclipse pattern, is where the events occur, that is, what signs. There's usually a pattern to the sign, and this pattern can stretch over a period of time, like up to 18 months or so. Off the top of my head, I don't recall about the Cancer eclipse pattern, but if my jaded memory is correct, this is the first in a while in this sign. Eclipse usually come in pairs, too. So the stuff set in motion by this pattern in Cancer, on the first of July, and then again around the 15 sees a full circle when there are two more eclipse in Capricorn — Xmas and then in January, next year. The final eclipse of this month is more like a wrap up to stuff which started last year in August — the first of the Leo/Aquarius pattern, if I recall correctly. If yesterday hadn't been such a strange day, I'd include more about the eclipse patterns, but I guess that all goes with the terrain. Suffice it to say, I wound up last night trying to convince a Virgo that the reason a certain someone hadn't called is because there are no phones in Wyoming. Really. They don't even have electricity in that close to the Arctic Circle. I'm sure of it. And we were listening to some "Drive By Blue Grass" with a snippet of the lyrics included herein: "I got a girl down in Texas City/She ain't got no teeth/But she shore is pretty...."

6/30
I varied my route yesterday, and had lunch first, trying to catch the Thursday lunch special at one little taco stand on the east side. I was perusing the Dallas paper, mostly because I like the comics a whole lot better, and I noticed a buried column about new cell phone etiquette at restaurants in California. Of course, as always, the local Thundercloud Sub Shop had a sign up last year, "No cell phones at the counter, please." Like the bumpersticker says, "South Austin, we're all here because we're not all here." Sometimes, we're so far ahead of the curve, we're playing catch up. Unrelated, it was nice to find a rate sheet. Cool address, too. There was a late night discussion, last night, and somehow, I got elected to run for President. I just hope no one else remembers the idea. If nominated, I will not run, and if elected, I will not serve. Besides, I have enough skeletons in my closets to keep me from trying anything like that. I was also catching up on the reading I do in the reading room,the smallest room in the trailer, and I had an old New Yorker in there, and it migrated to the couch with me — the article was by Stephen King, and it was about his recovery from being hit by character out of one of his own novels. I was amazed at the humor he had, I guess that fits with his normal, dark stuff.

6/29
I played around with a graphic program and got at least one of the fish eye lens (how perfect) images up here. The image was a little blurry, but it's such a good shot, and I'm in such a typical pose, just imagine me saying, "Who me? Would I lead you astray?" (And looking for all the world like some sort of a cracker in front of my trailer with a straw cowboy hat on — and a Seattle Opera tank top). The opera shirt is courtesy of Ma Wetzel — we have tickets for the Ring series in Seattle in a year or two. Posted the monthly outlook last night.

6/28
Yesterday was a full day. Best shot from the photo shoot — unedited — was me with an Austin icon. But that also meant Amy's was one stop, as was Magnolia. Pay attention: these are raw images, rather large. But those pictures give some credibility to what it is that I do — or maybe it doesn't. Late last night, one denizen of the trailer park was idly chatting with a person in a uniform. I sauntered by to investigate. A little later, Miss 'Nice Bun' observed, "Kramer was over there, hitting on that cop." No, I wasn't, but the other neighbor guy is an old coot, and he doesn't put much stock in astrology. I humor him, and he humors me. I did wind up handing the officer my card, though. "See? Kramer was hitting on her." No, I wasn't. I hardly think some guy with a ponytail and obvious poor fashion sense is going up against a girl with a gun and bullet proof vest. Although, there's something kind of sexy about those handcuffs she had.

6/27
I'm not sure I got all the kinks out after riding sprawled across the train's seats, but I can always hope. I spent the better part of yesterday morning getting increasingly frustrated with a certain copy editor, the main editor and publisher because I've been forced to send in my copy three times so far. "We're just not getting anything but the e-mail, nothing's attached." I was considering calling them up and walking them through the process of working their software, but I doubt they would be willing to pay for my tech support time — besides, they are responsible for their own end of the deal. Here's my litany of complaints: they canceled my AOL account without notice. They shorted me on a check, and waited 32 days to make good on what I was owed, they've promised me more money, another contract, and so for, nothing. Then the copy desk couldn't retrieve the text files I sent. I need the money, but I sure could use an encouraging sign or two from them. I drug myself around the hike and bike trail, resolving to be nice by the time I got home. No word, yet. The deal is this: they got the original copy in the body of an e–mail, it's just the way they do — or don't — decode attached text files. Of course, to circumvent this problem in the past, I used an inconvenient AOL account to handle this chore. And they canceled that. I fixed an electrical short in a neighbor's trailer (flipped a breaker), consoled a red headed girl, and loaded up on some Amy's, late into the summer night.

6/26
I like Fort Worth — and the Texas Eagle — now, what do I have to compare a median afternoon trip on the Texas Eagle to? British Rail? Sure, that'll do. The Amtrak car feels like it's twice as tall as the British rail: guess that was because I was sitting on the second floor. But in the UK, it always seemed that the trains got there quicker than the cars whereas in this situation, driving would have been a lot less time consuming. But with gas near $1.50 per gallon, maybe this ain't such a bad way to ride. So our trains are twice as tall, but only about half as fast. Taller and slower? And cleaner — but I figure that's due to the fact that not as many folks travel by rail. But, near as a I can tell, I like it. I got off the train at the station, and I was already under the bridge as the Texas Eagle made for points south. I do believe I'll be looking into taking it as an overnight route to El Paso sometime. It has a strange, but very useful, appeal. The Texas scenery sliding by from air conditioned comfort, the wide seats, the foot rests — even a train's coach section is larger and more commodious than the best of the Business Class I've been on in the air. And big jets, they lack a certain amount of poetry.

6/25
Off to the train station. I wonder if there's an internet connection on the Texas Eagle? Amtrak as the way to see the countryside? Went to Angelo's, finally, while in Ft. Worth, and yes, it rates both as an institution as well as a good plate of BBQ, perhaps one of the better places to have seared flesh in Tarrant County. I'm oft reminded of the famous lines from a Round Rock (TX) BBQ joint: "politics, pickup trucks, and BBQ are the three most hotly contested debates in Texas. Of the three, BBQ is most important." I didn't have a back up for the kitty cam, so I tried a little experiemtn, and snapped a shot of of a flower in the garden, then posted it as a place holder image.

6/24
"You can't judge a town by its plywood." Ft. Worth, at least the downtown area, seems to be covered in patchwork of plywood, and someplace, there's a deity of construction who is very happy — must mean there's lots of work. "No gusts — no glory," read another. So I gave in, and went on little search mission — I got off on a tangent, and started looking for collectible Case XX pocket knives. A little while ago, buried in the back of a display case, in an old hardware store in Austin, I found three stag handled versions which were still marked with their mid 1990's price. It was a small coup for a collector, and easily any one of the knives can fetch an auction price equivalent to what I paid for all three. So I sort of figured Ft. Wroth might be a good place to look. There's something imminently satisfying about prowling around in old hardware stores.

6/23
I wonder how folks do this on a regular basis, I mean, I've got a friend who travels a lot, each day it's another rent car and another city. Buzz to the hardware store, run past the coffee shop and get another triple cup of coffee, then run home, then run down to show a girl something about her computer, then run to the airport, turn the car in, and hustle on up to gate, get on the plane, hustle hustle hustle. Do the hustle? When I came down from the gate at the Dallas airport, there was my father's sister, my father's sister, waiting on me. I'm not too worried about genetics, it's her birthday right now, and I was stopping by to see her before motoring over to Ft. Worth. Turns out one of my cousins is writing for the web quite a bit these days, too.

6/22
Early to rise, off to meet the 7:30 flight from Dallas, but not before I had a chance to cash in a refund ticket and pick up a quick one way to Dallas for today. So I met Ma Wetzel as she got off the plane, and I handed her a steaming cup of cappuccino, then we gathered up her rent car, and stopped by Jo's on Congress Ave., long enough to get a cup of coffee and a pastry — breakfast. Then it was off to the spring fed Barton pool for a quick service, "Oh yes, Kramer, I hear you had a lot to do with the time of the wedding...." If I recall, it was more to do with the time the Judge was available as he had squeeze it in between hearings or something like that. Then there was a reception, but Ma Wetzel was feeling a bit off her feed, and I quickly dropped her at the airport. Then I went in search of a certain store where I had been with a certain Virgo, unless I had been there with a Scorpio, or maybe it was a Cancer, but I couldn't ever quite get the facts straight, so I Hit all the usual spots, most of the hardware stores in North Austin, but I couldn't quite recreate the correct feeling. Then I finally got together with Bubba Sean and handed over his birthday cigar, a Cuban. We hit Maudie's for some late dinner in the wan light of the day. Sagittarius server, too, and she had nothing good to say about Sag guys. It was a an amusing day, filled with all the coming and going stuff that I usually get, and then some.

6/21
I'm not sure I like getting up at 6:00 AM, TWO mornings in a row. And why is it mostly Virgo's in the board? I worked in a Scorpio's office from sun up until sundown, and I don't think I'm cut out for cell phone work. I had a late dinner in the soft summer air with a pair of air signs, and I kept trying to make a point that the most grounded of the individuals was the youngest in the group, and a Gemini at that. The best tale from down the pike was this one:
>Good luck and happy fishin, and please no more water stories about getting
>the pullin rope tangled in the prop... that is exactly what happened last
>week... you neglected to tell me to check to see if the rope was round my
>neck afore drunk Willie hit the speed again. It was a hell of a mess,
>specially when he drug my fat sunburned behind through the poison ivy on
>the bank... I am going back to fishin for shore, just as soon as I get out
>of traction.

6/20
It was one of those days. I remember why I hate Monday, at least, on some occasions. Junk mail, weird stuff in the "in" box, bizarre phone calls, and clients who can't seem to link up with my schedule, "Well, Tuesday's not good, how about Thursday? You're out of town then? How about Friday?" Wednesday is wedding day [and Ma Wetzel in town]. Got to play around with a digital camera for a while, I'll post the pictures as they become available. Going to try for another photo shoot next week. Answered a note like this, too: "now you know why Texicans are so friggin' crazy. It's the weather. Or the women. Maybe both." And I so do dislike having to go to the office on a day, but the pay is good — and it's a very pleasant environment. I've got one birthday which seem to be haunting me: 11/18. The server last night, it was her birthday. The girl at Amy's, it was hers, too. And the nice girl who mailed stuff for me, at Sparks, hers too. Spooky, n'est pas?

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