It’s taken a whole month to get here. I woke up yesterday morning, thinking about a situation, a planetary/astrological situation that begged for a good metaphor, and then before I even fed the apparently starving cat, I started typing a horoscope. Happily typing a horoscope, I should add.
Gray day. Cold, gray morning. Not an auspicious start, but for once, I was rather amused by what I was turning over in what I’m pleased to call, my mind. (With apologies to Alexander Pope) A piece of e-mail tickled me, the from a real fishing guide buddy:
Round a-bout, 30/1/03 9:23 am, ya’ll said:
> This I saw in today’s scopes,
> “In keeping with the tone for the Taurus week, my buddy sent back a quick
> rejoinder, “So what kind of lure was she using?” Not the kind of comment I was
> expecting. You’ve got a chance to have a good laugh, a little giggle, and some
> prurient fun, if you’re quick enough. Given what’s going on, planet-wise, I’m
> sure you can come up with the perfect, snappy comeback. Be prepared. Special
> note: I’m pretty sure she was using a Texas-rig to catch those fish.”
> After careful examination of the photo, to scrutinize the cover, weather
> conditions, water color, and body language of the fisherperson, I’ve decided
> that it probably was NOT a Texas Rig that was responsible for those fish. In
> my studied opinion, it was either a black jig, with a blue pork trailer, or
> more likely a modified Carolina Rig with a 4″ floating Chartruse Devil’s
> Tongue
The evening ended up at Delaware Sub’s shop, over by the campus. Not a bad place to dine. Not on a Thursday night with Bubba. There was discordant Punk/Metal going as background music, and the two guys were desperately trying to close up shop. I managed to get my whole meal deal into my mouth this time. After a long day of work, I was hungry and tired. I kept waiting on Bubba to say something funny, but sometimes, the bitterness finds its way into everything. He did say something rather amusing, but I think the obvious situation was either lost on him or he chose not to acknowledge it. Problem being, I have to respect his privacy.
Last stop: the grocery store. I purchased a loaf of bread and some “Legal Mexican Coffee.” If I get a chance, I’ll shoot a picture of that can. I haven’t explored it yet, but the name alone was worth the three bucks.
