recent plethora of Gemini’s

Some friends rolled through town about the same time the thunderstorms rolled through. We wound up sitting the Hula Hut, munching on chips with hot sauce and watching certain birds feed on the chips without hot sauce. A steady rain began again. There was a lone duck beneath the pier, begging scraps. As the rain fell, I was able to see droplets of water collect on the duck’s back. Like water off a duck’s back? Nope, that’s not what happened. So there’s another cliché demystified. Doesn’t really work that way. “It’s all the salt in the chips,” observed one of the Gemini’s. Off to the airport, Austin’s new airport, and I’m winging my way to AZ for the weekend. Going to go fishing in the Salt River, it looks like. The full moon on Sagittarius promises many things, good fishing is one, and it explains the recent plethora of Gemini’s floating around the trailer.