Capricorn

What an interesting afternoon yesterday turned into. It started out so nice, a cool front blew through town, but all the frigid stuff was dumped some place north of the Red River so the air was just cool, well, cold by my standards, but not so cold as to require long pants. I was heading out of the park to get a bite and drop my tax return in the mail when a neighbor asked where I was going. “Lunch?” She gave me a ride to the post office and then on to Magnolia. Gingerbread pancakes — made by a Capricorn, served by a Capricorn, and I reckon that’s setting a tone for the day. I realize I shouldn’t be eating breakfast at 2:00 in the afternoon, but the cool weather makes it hard to get out of bed. And it turned out to be a solely Capricorn day, because I got a ride back from Magnolia with a Capricorn, and I sat around in my neighbor’s trailer with another Capricorn and his wife, and then, at 11:00 PM, the phone rings and it’s a Capricorn friend, and she’s having a gut–wrenching experience in getting her taxes filed electronically, “I have to buy a new computer, I want one of those iMacs.” All I can safely say is that she was much happier by the time she left. It just goes to show that this astrology stuff all happens in waves. Of course, I have a secret stash of Girl Scout Cookies sent by Ma Wetzel and the cookies seemed to work wonders on my Capricorn friend. Chocolate cures IRS blues.