I’ve been reading very few books lately. This disturbs me as I always figure there’s a good balance between reading charts and reading books. Sister gave me a copy of Wagner Without Fear, and I’m loving it.
I headed towards the coffee shop for a Tarot Tutoring session, and found myself meandering South First Street. That’s good, so many places to stop and grab a bite. In the middle of the summer day’s heat — that was tough. One Virgo suggested I was, “like an old piece of weathered shoe leather or beef jerky,” so the heat really didn’t bother me that much.
After an extremely satisfying “combo platter” at Polvos, I committed one of the most heinous crimes possible: I was sitting the back patio of the coffee place, sipping a cool beverage, and I was talking loudly into a cell phone about personal business, things like “Saturn and Pluto, are you believing this or what? And with Neptune doing this to that…” Cleared the place out. I usually say mean things about folks behaving just like me. I couldn’t be bothered, though, I was in the shade, cool beverage in hand, a darling [thankfully not red head] Cap was on her way.
On the way home, I passed a house that had a huge watermelon growing in its garden — on the front lawn — just don’t see that many places but South Austin.
Last night, I sat by the edge of the lake and watched the space station streak across the sky. Maybe meander would be a better term.
Off to the radio station this morning. What are the odds? Two ex–significant others, both Virgo babes, e–mailing me, “Dude, can we talk?
