It was an old friend, as we were headed south on Congress Avenue yesterday morning, looming its ugly little beak above the southern extreme of the horizon, a migratory bird I haven’t seen in a long time: the Construction Crane. We stopped by long enough to check in on the Cappy doing hair and dropped off a taco from Maria’s Taco Express. If I ever get kicked out of Shady Acres, I know where I’m moving to next, the trailer park right behind Maria’s Taco Express. Excellent tacos. I don’t suppose it’s wrong to render a residential relocation based solely on the proximity of a good dining establishment.
Troy showed up with the two girls from Dallas. In keeping with the new theme for the last 24 hours, or so, one of the girls was yet another Scorpio. “Sex, is that all you ever talk about? she asked. No, just with Scorpio’s — it seems to be one of their favorite topics. Mars is in apparent retrograde motion, and as long as he’s like that, there’s an overweening sense in all the charts I’m seeing, a certain foreboding, maybe a certain quality, Mars seems to be a predominate source of motivation — or lack of it, or maybe it’s a sense of frustration. “Mars is predominate.” More pedestrian rage? Spurious Shakespeare quote for the day: “He hath not failed to pester us with message” (Hamlet, I.ii).
