I was coming home the other night, up in the sky, right after sunset, Venus and the Moon were side-by-side.
It’s a familiar image. It’s on a flag or two. Better yet, there’s a building on the square in Lockhart, last time I checked, it was a building supply company on the ground level, and not much else on the second or third floor.
Outside the third floor, and on the uppermost corner, in a fit of architectural pique, there’s an inset image of seven stars and a quarter moon. Mystical images that suggest a conspiracy tie to some secret order overseeing Caldwell County’s courthouse? Maybe. Or maybe just a decoration? Whatever. The symbol of Venus and the Crescent Moon is familiar to me, but then, for the longest time, a set of tarot cards was a one of my familiar, everyday tools. I’m used to these images.
So it was the crescent moon overhead, the horns pointing away from Venus, but next time?
I read “The Whore” Wednesday morning, and called Bubba \\immediately\\. Not because I was mentioned but because there was an extra level of meaning in his work. He certainly deserves some appreciation for what he’s doing. Weaving multiple layers of significance into an innocuous post about work and recent events, plus some added, hidden meaning suggests that the boy’s a poet. Just don’t tell him, it’d go to his head. Or he’ll think it’s some kind of sexual allusion.
I’ve taken some unusual detours lately, working elsewhere, and as I headed back down the hill on Wednesday afternoon, I stopped long enough to have a quick meal at \\The Caffeine Dealer\\ [Bouldin Creek Coffeehouse>. It’s going to get a “best of Austin” mention. While that’s good for them, it’s not particularly good for me because it means another neighborhood hangout gets discovered. “Discovered” means exploited.
