Maurice Chevalier

The weather has been really bizarre — which isn’t that unusual for Texas — but the other night, several of us were sitting out in the dying light of the late July sun as the clouds were lit up with various shades of ochre turning sharply to faded pink, and then a quiet magenta as the conditions shifted. About the time the sun set completely, we were experiencing a really light rain. And the rain was back yesterday. I had the doors and windows open, there’s a kitchen window I kept fiddling with — open — closed — partially open — closed, shades drawn was the final solution. Happened again last night as the rain came beating down in a huge flash condition. I was almost caught out in the nasty weather, but I was also timing myself by watching the dark clouds scudding overhead. Like I suggested, it’s been really strange weather patterns. My prediction is we’re gearing up for a torrential hurricane season. I played “guess my sign” with a particular girl, and I admitted that I was sure she was a Pisces. My conclusion was more based on two bits of data, one, a friend of mine had a huge crush on her (he always picks Pisces, or so it seems) and two, I saw this girl with her out of state mother one evening (during the Pisces time). It was a good guess, but I was wrong. Turned out to be an Aries. But I was close. And isn’t it Maurice Chevalier who likes them that way?