So after riding a cab to and from the airport, it’s not like I have extra dollar bills to throw around or anything, I was scrounging though what I had here in the trailer, to see what I could find for supper. My neighborly Virgo hollered at me, and she reminded me that it was her birthday, and that I owed her meal because it was her birthday.
“Yeah, right.”
“Let me just get a few things to together,” I mumbled.
I’ve got a big bucket of change, so I figured, she’d drive, and I would cash in the change at the coin counter machine at the grocery store. The local H-E-B. I don’t know what it stands for but I’ll bet it’s notHurst – Euless – Bedford, has a machine that reminds me of the coin counters in the casinos.
So we go to the store, and start dumping my change into the machine. $20. $40. What a surprise. $60. Wow.
“Hey buddy,” she said, “you’re buying some margaritas.”
Oh, like my luck with Virgo’s and margaritas is any good.
We wandered over to Curra’s for lunch. Or dinner. A little Harris County Libra waited on us.
Chili-cheese fries, cerviche, tres leches and fried bananas.
Then it was back to the HEB, I needed detergent, she needed, I have no idea what Virgo’s need at the grocery store.
I got coffee and laundry soap, she got whatever.
Now, the real question is, do I know how to party? Or what?
Travel study
“The Moon influences the tides, and the Sun controls our seasons on earth. It was inevitable that from the earliest times other stars too should have been thought to control events on earth and the fortunes of men. This is astrology.”
Brewer, Derek. An Introduction to Chaucer. Essex, England: 1984. © The Longman Group Limited, 1984. Third impression, 1988.
I got home, plugged in the computer with its new drive, and all the parts promptly quit talking to each other. Not a good sign. Inauspicious, to say the least. So I’ve been wrangling with disks, drives, system CD’s, and so forth for the last 24 hours. Or more.
While I was waiting on some software to update or install, or uninstall, or do whatever it was that it was supposed to do, I was glancing through my texts, looking for something interesting to read.
Off to the UK next week, so I figured a little background on Chaucer wouldn’t hurt. What surprised me was that paragraph introduction under the author’s “astrology” section.
I can understand how an academic would go on and thrash m beloved art of astrology. Yet, in those very opening lines, I did find a subtle form of comfort, prior to the “astrology is rubbish” bit.
I suppose it’s the fine art of rhetoric wherein the adverse point makes the opposite point even more obvious.
