Great ideas.
Like this favorite character, nobody likes my great ideas.
My Friday five:
Friday was wildlife in Central Austin. One pair of swans has five ugly ducklings.
Four people I ran into: Aquarius postal delivery lady, “Hi Kramer, why, you’re wearing shoes!” Sagittarius woman talking to the postal girl, “What’s up with Sagittarius anyway?” Pisces boyfriend of a friend, covered in tattoos, “Hey, Kramer, right?” Gemini sever from Green Mesquite, “What’s my perfect sign to date, anyway?”
Three turtles on a log.
Two enchiladas on the plate in East Austin.
One garter snake, squirming rapidly across a hot piece of paved trail. Didn’t catch him, but I tried.
Out of that, there’s no way to work in that I actually covered in excess of 8 miles, or that I wandered up to Jo’s, which, strictly speaking, is not on the trail, to get an afternoon cup of coffee so I could stay awake until an early bedtime. I keep thinking, too, whenever I do the East Loop of the trail, there’s a [relatively> new bridge over by Fiesta Gardens, and it has a little plaque on it that reads, “05-2000, load limit 5 tons,” or something like that. The date, see, that’s the time of the big alignment, a few years ago, and that’s what set a lot of stuff in motion, 7 astrological objects, all lined up in Taurus. Or look at the date like this: 2000-3-4-5. Just weird.
I’m planning on following my own Virgo advice. Just to make it more interesting for the fish and their gods, I’ll try wearing a “Gotterdamrung” T-shirt.
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The best Margarita in the world
I’m not exactly a drinking man these days. Okay, so I don’t let “demon alcohol” sully my virginal lips at all. From prior experiences, and judging by human behavior, though, I’m a pretty fair judge of what’s a good drink, and what’s not.
Listening to Jimmy Buffett at the Jerry Jeff Birthday Party, I discovered that “Margaritaville” was originally inspired by Buffett’s first Margarita in Austin. It all started here.
So, the other night, stopping off at the Texas Chili Parlor, my companion had a standard issue “Margie” made by Pepe [Pisces>. I do believe, I’ve found the Holy Grail of tequila libations. Better than Guero’s. Better than Baby A’s. Better than anything else I’ve seen. Probably better than the ones I used to make, when I was slinging whiskey.
Handcrafted. The recipe? More or less, free pour four count tequila, about half as much triple sec, squeeze in two full lime halves, add a splash of sweet & sour. Shake. Salt the rim. You know the rest.
Some folks build castles in the sky, someone had to collect the rent on those castles.
“I’m disrespectful, and I sleep all day.” [Hank III bootleg>
I rounded the corner of the trail, turning north around the most eastern portion of the lake, headed up towards the Longhorn Dam [eastern terminus of Town Lake>, and I was hit by two things: one, weather, as the spring-like feeling left while a wall of moist, hot air reminded me it’s going to be a very warm summer. Two, the answer to a theological question posited the other day. I grabbed the cell phone out of my pocket and started to frantically dial up my army buddy, “The answer to the question? It’s riddle, like one of your Zen things, I got it as a sig file the other day, ‘Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons because you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup,’ get it?”
“Kramer?” So I was a two miles into what turned into an almost 8 mile stroll, just starting to sweat good. It all made sense at the moment. he called to check on me later, worried that the Zen riddle was an indication of protracted, uncontrolled narcotics. Or something. It was just a moment of enlightenment on the trail.
Dale Watson’s \\Truckin’ Sessions\\ is a CD I just picked up. Now, I’ve seen Dale Watson a number of times. The first time, I wandered into a local dive called “Ego’s,” and I was amazed at his sound. Later, I’ve lost track, but I’ve seen him a number of times at the Spoke. Perfect place to catch him, too. Amazing voice. A special sound, too. He’s a little, short Libra guy, if I recall right, but to me, and with his evocative baritone, he towers above me.
With summer time, road trips, and travel for summer vacation occupying a little extra mental time, \\Truckin’ Sessions\\ is perfect music for the road.
