Ripping and burning CD’s is tiresome on a pretty day. The self-imposed restraints of the project, which is now at 3 CD’s, turned out to be too much.
I left, settling into a nice pace to go in one direction, changed my mind when I hit Riverside, and I took the long way around to get to Barton Springs. I was thinking, “It’s not even May yet, and I’m already heading towards the cold, cold water….”
I forget when I checked, but the Moon was in Sagittarius, well-placed for me, I guess. I took the long way 6 miles or “Six More Miles” by Hank Williams Sr. to get to Barton Springs, and when I first stepped in the water, it was cool and refreshing, up to my ankles. A little deeper, mid-calf, just fine. Up and over the thighs, waiting for the expected shock at waist level, no problem. The sun, burning its way down, me tired and dusty, and then, I dove in the rest of the way. I wasn’t exactly gasping for breath, but I was wondering, “What was I thinking?”
Getting back to Shady Acres, I encountered the mailman, and while he was shoveling mail into the respective slots, I commented on the weather. His retort sums it all up, “It went from winter to summer overnight.”
Yes sir, going to be a hot one.
This cycled through the in box late yesterday:
Round a-bout, 4/29/02 5:15 PM, ya’ll “Homer Simpson”
>You are a disgrace to astrology
Like I’ve always suggested, the biggest problem with astrology is astrologers who take themselves too serious. It’s only humanity, at its best – or worst – not much I can do about that. Me? I’m getting ready for a hot summer, and the cool, cool water at the springs. I would suggest, after yesterday and last night, I really walk the walk [and swim the swim>.
I hit up the Shady Acres resident massage Capricorn for another rub. This time was even better. She was talking to me, and her Virgo roommate, and I don’t recall all of the conversation, but in a typical South Austin fashion, those two were discussing a special health drink, something about carrot juice and tequila.
