Interesting responses

Interesting responses to the Scorpio scope for this week. It was an actual event, when I was a “ladies man,” [allow me my illusions, okay?] Happened twelve or fifteen years ago, or maybe it was little further back than that. Time is a fuzzy thing. I don’t live by astrology, I just report what I observe. I had this strange urge to clean the trailer, starting with the kitchen area, yesterday morning. I flipped the ice box’s thermostat over to “defrost.” Tossed out some pots and pans I’ll never use. I undertook all this just after the moon went into Virgo. Weird connection. A fishing buddy sent me a picture of the lake at sun rise. That’s a cruel trick. Makes me want to fish. Now. Very few things are better than being on the lake at sunrise. When I went hiking yesterday at noon, it was a lot more like a limp than a hike — I’ve had these two pairs of sandals for close to a year. One set rubs a new spot on my left heel, and Sunday’s trek with that Cappy, the other pair rubbed spot on my toe. What confounds me the most, though, is the idea that I’ve been using these sandals long enough so this shouldn’t be happening, not now, not in the middle of the walking months. My legs are up to it — the feet just don’t seem as willing. Austin airport — according to a Dallas newspaper — is a great place to be stranded. I’ve already mentioned that before — shoot, it doesn’t get more redneck than this: I’ve taken a date to the airport before. Two mistakes, one structural, one clearly a typographical [missed by the fact checking department] mistake in the astrology–murder–mystery book, and I’m only a third of the way through. I can easily forgive mixing 284 and 248, besides, only an anal retentive astrologer with a superior command of the facts would notice that one. The other problem, is an “astrologer mom” character who seems to be missing the obvious effects of Saturn oppose Saturn in her child’s chart, while it’s going on, and when it would be part of the story. Or maybe it’s just me.