Festival of Beltane

[Festival of Beltane] Monday morning. Loads of mail from the monthly news. Yesterday was supposed to be a Capricorn kind of a day as one fetched me up from the trailer for a hike (west loop) and some food (Hula Hut). I was supposed to buy dinner for another Capricorn girl at Magnolia. Wound up being a Capricorn and Taurus (earth signs) and a Pisces waitress. Broke up that Capricorn strangle hold on the day. [Actually, I just get stupid around Capricorn females — go figure.] Unrelated surfing tidbit (Sunday night seems good for this): the dot bomb fallout and growth. I make 90% or more of my travel arrangements on the web, usually at weird hours of the night. Or at 10 in the morning, when I should be doing something more productive, but the web makes it a lot easier for me to get my travel stuff done. Takes a lot less time. I don’t have to talk to anyone, and ask about the flights and fares. Hotel reservations, too. It’s been like this for several years, ever since Southwest had their “web extra” bonus thing going. As far as that commerce goes, that’s where I spend my money on the web. Now, this is mostly for regional travel, by air, by rail, and business accommodations at the destination. Travel destinations, though, were the furthest thing from my mind last night as I walked home from Magnolia and that Capricorn (and Taurus and Pisces). The ambient temperature was about perfect, the Leo Moon was about halfway there, it was that feeling of all is right in the world. A lone kid on a skateboard rolled past me, and in the street light, I could just make out a row of hair spiked up down the middle of his head. A real mohawk, surfing the empty Sunday night streets.