food, excrement, and horoscopes

“When you two get together, you talk about three things: food, excrement, and horoscopes.” (Ma Wetzel’s response to Sister and mine’s breakfast table conversation.) It started when Sister asked me to go to church with her. Preschool was just letting out and it brought back a flood of memories — I went to kindergarten at this very church. Since we had Pa Wetzel’s car with a handicapped tag, instead of fighting the urge, I just took the first available space — handicapped. “I’m male, no conflict,” I told Sister, “genetically handicapped.” She groaned, but considering our goal, she had to ride it out. We found the church’s library, and she checked out some books and tapes. I have to admit, I was right proud of how she carried herself off, signing in under a slightly fictitious name, behaving well. Then we skated around town a bit, winding up at Pa Wetzel’s office, in the company of the Virgo. Since he was busy, we trailed over to “Y O Ranch Steakhouse” for a quick meal. Halfway through my BBQ platter (served by a shaved bald Libra with a close cropped goatee), I discovered a long hair in my meal. I didn’t make a fuss, the guy was very understanding, and he just told us the meal was free. He even insisted we have some free Banana Pudding, which he swore was “hair free.” [Actually, the meal and the dessert were great, except for that follicle garnish, and it wasn’t curly one, so it wasn’t a Wetzel’s garnish.] From there, we hopped cross town to the “Under Main Theater” as Sister is looking to bring one of her performance pieces to Dallas sometime soon. It was amazing to watch Miss Gemini Performance Artist freeze up when she met the theater’s director. I thought it was a great space. Back across town, we kidnapped Pa Wetzel from the office, citing our business as more important than his business, then bounced home. Okay: no one in my family is a good driver. I tend to think I’m the best, but that’s not saying a lot. But we made it fine, without too many detours. Sister feel asleep for a short nap, I snapped a web picture, and put it up on the kitty cam for a little while. An early family dinner, and some complicated transactions, plus details of said transactions, plus…. Complicated business deals by Pa Wetzel left Ma Wetzel wondering what color shopping cart she should get — for her new home. (Bit of a pessimist, that Ma Wetzel.) Okay, but the day wasn’t over yet. I had the Virgo give me a ride to the airport, and then I sat across from a darling pair of Taurus girls, one heading home, and another heading to town for business. Prognostications? Going to be a strange couple of months. Especially for Taurus. I’m not sure I can take too much more of this activity — and some updates to the schedule.