Salon sacking

If this weather keeps up. Salon sacking. An afternoon at Threadgill’s. Then a long night, supposedly a quiet night home. What happens on a quiet night at home, as I prepare for a trip? I was desperately trying to figure which piece of the computer hardware chain wasn’t working right, and I finally narrowed it down to a bad connection in the USB stuff. While I was doing this, a Libra and a Scorpio came by to drop off some Xmas cookies. “Die Valkürie” was playing, so I let that play for while, then we talked about the punk compilation, and had to listen to that, then a little Hank III. “Ya’ll like this country stuff, too?” I asked. “Oh sure, it’s just Mexican Music in English,” was the reply (astute Scorpio’s.) The rhythm’s the same, the instruments, this might be a extremely valid point. Then the cookie fiend called up, and she came by after that, to drop off a present, eat the rest of the cookies, and then, we had to dash out for second — the other night, at the 37th [and half] street light show, there was guy a selling Xmas Santa hats with a glowing bulb on the end. Sister called, to let me know she was going to pick me up at the airport, with a surprise. Xmas hats that glow — sounded like a plan, but alas, we never did find the guy with the hats. Guess I’ll have to wear a trusty cowboy hat. The Cap was talking about food, as we drove back from the failed attempt at getting the right head gear, so we wound up at Magnolia for a quick bowl of Mag Queso (liquid yellow cheese, pico de gallo, avocado slices, chips, hot sauce with heavy garlic). All of this, just to get on the road? “What did I do before I had you to entertain me?” She asked. There was more to the tale, but that’s all I have space for. Right, like this is really a good day to travel? Who’s idea was this? Oh, that’s right, I planned this.