So my out-of-work Virgo neighbor from LA (that would be Lower Arkansas) offered lunch – or supper – and it was a traditional southern feast.
Greens, mashed carrots, and boudin.
“So now, honey,” I asked, “I get to pass out on the couch?”
“Yes, honey, only not my couch.”
Monday’s three-way action
Hawk, stars and bars, bitter girls.
Sometime around noon, maybe a little before, a hawk alighted, rather briefly, just outside my kitchen window. I did a double take. Pigeons, blackbirds, grackles, little sparrows, seagulls, heron, ducks, geese, swans, even the odd hummingbird, and so forth, I’m used to all that. This hawk was pretty amazing. Between a foot and two foot tall, he (she) rested briefly, noted a movement in the kitchen window and took off.
I fetched up the first espresso on the way to the post office.
Coming out of the post office, and on towards town, I was eyeing an older Porsche, appreciating the classic lines, a vehicle that might be 20 years or older, and it still looks good. That’s the way products are supposed to be, built to look good and perform, year after year. It was stopped at a light and I was passing on foot. As I drew up in front of the vehicle, I noticed that the front tag had been replaced with a “Stars and Bars” tag. I broke out in grin, and the driver grinned back, figuring what I was grinning at? Who knows? Who cares? I just found it rather discordant – Confederate Flag on the front of an older German sports car.
The second espresso was up the street a way, Taurus lad complaining about being very bored.
Yeah, brother, I feel your pain. Holidays do that. I hit a dead spot with business right before Xmas. Doesn’t bother me much. I’ve got a few projects keeping me busy. Plus the day turned out nice enough t afford me a little time tossing lures in the water. Always a good sign.
I rain into my Virgo neighbor. Dinner? Sure. She’d just gotten rid of her Mercedes. Sounds a bit odd, but it was a rather old car with no AC, and the windows didn’t work right, and there was, apparently, a host of other problems.
Then I got a call from a Taurus girl. So dinner was at Romeo’s, me and two earth signs, and they were both moaning about the sad state of affairs in the world. Actually, the Virgo kept quiet, after hearing my recent recounting of various events, then we listened to that Taurus go on and on about the guy she was no longer involved with.
So I ended the evening with a single little shot of espresso after the meal. Just seemed right. Had to make a shopping run with the Virgo.
“Man, this shopping just wears me out.”
Couldn’t agree more.
