Freelance schedule

My schedule is weird amalgam of readings, walks, talks, phone times, web times, and just about every other association possible.

For the third day in a row, I’ve had one reading cancel, another show up, and then Friday, just nothing. Blank schedule. I did have a lunch appointment, but I was dealing with a person with far more hectic routine than my own, so I didn’t worry about her canceling out. No big deal.

I had my heart set on east side food, a little taqueria I hadn’t seen in many months, but true to form, I found myself headed the other direction. Looping through the midday sun, ambling, looking, not really in a big hurry to get anywhere. I did a long loop alongside the river then back up to Jo’s to fetch up some coffee, just something to keep awake the rest of the afternoon. I drained the cup long before I ever arrived home, too.

I kept thinking about the weather, almost too nice lately. Doors open, windows open, a light breeze puffing its way through, that “spring” feeling in the air. Almost too cool for swimming. Then laundry. Not like there was a lot, but a few items could stand to be washed. And a few things to clean.

I remember, now, why I don’t have a maid service. Took all of four minutes to sweep this place out. Not exactly clean enough for surgery, but it will be welcome when I get back in on Sunday night.

I’ve been meaning to try the noodle place down the street, too. Finally did that for an afternoon repast. Wasn’t exactly that great. Wasn’t bad, but the shrimp in the spring roll tasted fishy. Nothing that a liberal dose of hot sauce can’t cure, and the sauce for the chicken was just a little too salty. I’m not sure why this is, but the local versions of Asian cuisine seem to suffer from too much salt.

Or maybe that’s the way it’s really done. I don’t recall enough about being in the Far East to tell what the food was really like.

But here, and at more than one place, there’s just a touch too much salt.

I guess everything needs to be taken with a grain of salt, though.

I’m hopefully in El Paso by now.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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