And yet, so beautiful. The cat woke me with her insistence that she be fed, I heard rain falling on the trailer’s roof, rolled over and went back to sleep.
The morning fog, or heavy clouds rolling up and off the river’s bottom, set a comfortable tone and temperature for the time.
“Ah, gee, thanks Kramer, you really rock, too.” Somehow, that note seemed less than sincere, but you know, with sales folks, who can tell?
Tuesday: two meat plate at Green Mesquite. That was good. Recognizing the Taurus server was better. Guessing the sign of her unborn baby was even more amusing. Helping vote on the baby’s name? Just another day at the BBQ place.
Now take me, for example, I’m not really a very interesting person. I tend to stand at the back, take notes, observe people. While we were at lunch yesterday, though, my Cancer buddy was talking a good line. Interesting enough to attract the attention of a lady sitting across from us. She laughed at some of the jokes.
For the record, I did follow my two meat plate [Brisket & Pork Ribs> with peach cobbler, topped with vanilla ice cream. And for that same record, I did regret it as I headed into the sun to wend my way homeward. I mean, that pregnant Taurus did say she could serve me up smaller portion, but with peach cobbler? What’s the point?
Bigfoot in Texas? Really shouldn’t be a surprise.
Not sure how to explain this story. [Why I practice “catch and release” fishing?>
Dinner was at Hoover’s, with my Pisces friend. Asked the waiter what his sign was, Pisces, too. What was so weird, to me, the last time I’d been at Hoover’s, the waiter was Aquarius, and I was dining with an Aquarius. Could it be fate? Or just a strange, East Austin coincidence?
Back to Guero’s, Sunday night, Pisces waitress, with the same birthday as my Pisces buddy. That’s too weird.
One more useless but amusing link.
