The problem with living in this trailer court so close to the river, is that it’s right on the hike and bike trail. Normally, this is a good thing. Normally, though, there isn’t the Austin Boston whatever marathon going on, too. I was rousted out of bed by helicopters and throngs of cheering people, it’s really an obnoxious situation and guaranteed to irritate just about anyone. My neighbor wandered out of his trailer with a beer in hand, looked at the sun, looked at the runners, and decided that the folks were trying to catch whoever took the rest of their clothes. I had breakfast before doing some readings, with one of my buddies, and he’s got the perfect shirt for right now, seeing what day it is and all, “Chicks hate me.” Couldn’t have said it better myself.
There’s always a lucky break, and it’s when you least expect it. I was walking down South Congress Avenue on a beautiful Valentine’s Day afternoon, having completed my business rounds for the afternoon, and I was in a good mood, a little change in my pocket, some satisfied customers, lonely, but doing all right. Now, I’m used to getting honked at. Happens a lot. Folks see me out on the street, and wave, or holler at me, or sometimes I get some kind of Hawaiian salute, but I’m used to it all by now. But a little white four door car pulled over, and it was a dear Sagittarius friend. “I thought that was you, where are you going?” We made a fine afternoon of it all, catching up on old times. A happy ending to the day — including a light dinner at Magnolia South, just in time to act romantic. But she is a Sagittarius, and you know how they are all fire.
