I had the door open to air the trailer out

It was the weirdest thing — I had the door open to air the trailer out, in the early morning cool, and Das Rhiengold was playing — then, there’s this one section where the horns add strong emphasis with a weird pitch, sort of like an audio yawn. At the same time, the gentle zephyrs stirred the door, so the light got brighter and dimmer, and brighter and dimmer, in step with the tempo of the music. It was an almost perfect day, after giving up on worrying about the funds in question — I mean, it was always mailbox money anyway, why worry about it? “It’s the principle,” has started more, useless battles. Won’t fight this one. Not worth the trouble. So, I got up and finished up a column, did a phone reading, ambled down to Green Mesquite BBQ for a late lunch with a radio personality, talked the Gemini in the red van into taking me and her dog over to the Springs, had a cooling dip, she was about to join us until I pointed out that the clicker for her truck on her keychain, wasn’t waterproof. “It’s electric? I thought it worked by magic.” We then proceeded over to Jo’s for one of the best afternoon coffee talks I’ve had in long time. Austin stuff. Hanging out with a musician, and a couple of guys with their truck dead in the parking lot, and dogs. Lots of dogs. That Gemini has a yellow lab, and her dog knows where the pool is in the San Jose Motel — next door to Jo’s. Twice, that dog was caught slinking off to the pool. Cool dog, hot afternoon. The dog actually made it into the pool at least once. Smart dog. Gemini day, as I heard from Gemini Bubba 1, Gemini Bubba 2, Gemini girl. My former handler [Gemini] in the chat room last night.