Thanks for noticing

Thanks for noticing. From yesterday’s mail bag:
> I found your page with descriptions of the
> signs — nifty stuff — and being a writer, and thus narcissistic, I went
> ahead and read the Cancer one — and as you wrote, “Look out baked goods” I
> recognized that I was chomping down on a piece of homemade zucchini bread,
> with zucchini picked from my garden. Go figure.
Back to back e-mail, this one was next:
> I’ve seen the new pages by way of the “Abyss” menu option. I’ll spare you the
> longwinded version of my critique and just say it’s VERY cleverly and
> tastefully appointed – but then, you’ve seen my hairdo.
Nice send off. Lunch was barely at the county line, in Dripping Springs, at the Nutty Brown Cafe. Basic burger fare — the call of the open road. As we piloted along through the Texas countryside (390 miles), the recent spring rains made everything lush, relatively speaking. Turning off the interstate, doing some back roads, first the Virgo driver, and then me, both of us noticed the cactus blooms. Never did a good picture of some, but I did snap a few shots of rather luscious Prickly Pear blossoms, yellow and rose. What I wanted was a picture of some of the spiny purple blossoms, but I was unwilling to risk life–threatening dismemberment, crawling over a rusty barbwire fence, in order to fetch such a close up. Check in, roll over to Odessa for dinner at Dos Amigos, affectionately called “Dose” by the local populace. Bull ride arena, in a restaurant, no where but Texas. My friends inferred that I was smitten by the Libra waitress, “12 minutes before you asked [her birthday], a new record.”