Signs & symbols.
Feast day of Saint Drogo, the patron saint of coffeehouse owners, and the protector of “gravel in the urine.” Don’t ask because I haven’t a clue.
A Gemini came by, we were supposed to have lunch, and she wandered into the trailer, sat down, the cat came out – reported to me later – the cat said hello, and the Gemini told the cat to fetch her brush. The cat hissed in return. I popped back in from the lake, a few minutes later.
So after lunch, I was supposed to do take a Pisces to the airport. She came by and hung out inside the trailer because I was missing again. Down at the lake. Fishing.
My excuse? Mercury. “You know, Mercury is retrograde, ain’t nuthin’ better to do than fish….”
Train tunnel signage
Swimsuit display
Inbound mail:
Round a-bout, 4/15/04 9:21 AM, ya’ll “- -” said:
> Hey Kramer —
> Thanks for the scope for the week. YOU HIT IT ON THE HEAD! I had to smile
> when I read that — and now, when I feel a little dejected while looking at
> the work ahead of me — I will have to smile at why!
Round a-bout, 4/15/04 9:51 AM, ya’ll said:
> I’ll try,
> on your recommendation, for this week.
> Love your forecast.
> Love the Shakespeare.
Unrelated:
Ultimate “time waster” site. Cool stuff about Greek mythos.
And the perfect gift for Mercury Retrograde. Tell ’em Bubba sent you.
Tulsa tid-bit.
