from that Aquarius

I had a late lunch with yet another Pisces friend, and it was so pleasant, sitting out in the cool afternoon shade, looking over a selection of astrology charts, me trying to simultaneously chat up the Scorpio wait person and my Pisces friend, the breeze out of the south ruffling what’s left of my hair, some spicy beef stew, a little Mexican “rice pudding” along with some strong coffee for dessert, the afternoon light a little dappled. We killed off most of the afternoon like that — with some serious astrology, too. Makes it really hard to saddle back up to the word processor late in the evening to try and get anything else done. I’m not sure herb tea with fresh mint from my patio really mixes well with nasty ZZ Top music, but on a spring evening, in the shade of the nightfall, it worked well. I stepped out into the night air to watch the low clouds drift in front of the formerly full moon, creating one of those visual effects that’s so special, a little moonlight on the river’s water, the clouds scudding by, the Xmas lights from the trailer, the quiet of the night. I spooled up some music for first thing the morning, late last night: Ziegfreid and a CD I bought for a bargain price of $2.99 — Latin Dance Party. Nothing in English. I was really tickled by this, from that Aquarius — right of first refusal!
>about 4/9/01 10:53 PM, ya’ll suggested:
>>I am still remembering that when/if that day
>> comes and some guy is silly
>>enough to propose, that you
>> have first right of refusal.