Live worms.
After consuming coffee and exchanging idle chatter plus details about online diaries, that sweet Pisces and myself hooked it over to what I thought was a new super center sporting goods store.
I wanted one more Acme Tackle Co. lure. It’s something a cartoon character would use.
Roll call? Jette, Chromium Switch, Waterlilies, Blue Valentine, Music Whore, Sweet Pisces, and a Gemini.
So we’re wandering around the big store, and she asks me, like I know, “Do they have worms here?”
Standing in front of several hundred square feet of plastic worms, all lined up in little bags, with the “special flavor that bass crave!” Garlic, salted, marinated, yeah, they got worms all right. Plus, in they offer a wide selection of colors, many of which, don’t occur in nature.
“No, what you’re supposed to ask is, ‘do you have live worms?'” the kindly clerk suggested.
“Okay, ‘do have live worms?'” the Pisces asked.
“Yes, now ask, ‘how much do they run?'” the clerk deadpanned.
“‘How much do they run?'”
“They don’t run, they usually crawl.”
Sunday’s seven.
Was there seven? I’m not sure, but counting down backwards….
7. Breakfast at Dan’s. Perhaps, perchance, maybe, even, just some of the best biscuits ever.
6. Weird weather, and I’m really getting a better feel for the river.
5. I was crossing the Lamar pedestrian bridge, headed homeward and off to meet for the afternoon, and I spotted two rather decent-sized fish, idling in the clear water, right under the bridge. If I’d only had a pole with me.
4. At the mailbox, I fetched up a check for a couple of boxes and a statement from the publishing place.
3. At the journal writers’ group, after an hour or two, while I was up fetching some ice tea, a kindly gentleman inquired as to what the group was, “You looked like a cross between high-tech and Kerrville Folks Festival, I mean, I wasn’t sure….” Web writers. An unkempt lot.
2. Angus Roast Beef with Gorgonzola. But not too pricey. What is this place?
1. Laundry. While the game was still going on, I was dropping my last load into the dryer. There was one trailer – apparently – full of New England fans, judging from the noise. Which was funny because my cell phone was under a clean stack of laundry and I missed a call, but I’m pretty good about not returning calls after midnight.
