I found myself retracing my steps from yesterday

I found myself retracing my steps from yesterday, trying to make sure I get an even amount of sun all over me. I couldn’t locate that purple flower again. Must be a seasonal thing. I got stuck — or lucky, depending on one’s perspective — looking at charts for a whole family. Strangest coincidence, mothers, daughters, sisters, all had this one particular planet strongly lined up with other stuff. Showed up across three generations. Just the weirdest thing. South First Street in Austin has good sushi. Not quite up to last week’s “Devil Roll” [a transcendental metaphysical dining experience], but certainly serviceable for bait. “Fish or cut bait,” comes to mind. Listened to the tales of a trailer park wedding: get this — it was a potluck wedding. Off to El Paso for the weekend, leaving on the afternoon shuttle. “There’s a hot wind, on my shoulder, and the touch of a world that is older….” [Mexican Radio by Wall of Voodoo]