File it under upcoming?
Part two of Jette’s story from last year. Which was scary, as I couldn’t – for the life of me – remember any details from the reading. I wasn’t even sure if I saw her last year. Apparently, I did.
Funny thing, at most events, like a Psychic Fair, the population is mostly female, so at Devota’s, before she ever got there, two guys show up. Just different.
Turnout was light, but there were a lot of activities, and while Saturday had been cold and miserable, Sunday there wasn’t a cloud in the sky with the temp at a balmy 70 or so. Near as I can tell, a good time was had by all. I wandered out in the late afternoon and headed over to the Pecan Street deal. They were all but drenched from Saturday’s storm, but the crowd was good. My Sagittarius friend guided me back to Jimmie’s Fishing Jewelry.
Mother’s Day, sure, I can get Ma Wetzel a piece of fishing jewelry. Same for Sister (Gemini), only, she needs two of that item.
When I finally got home, I was dog-tired from work and walking around the street fair. No canes for Pa Wetzel. Bummer.
I figured I’d toss a worm into the lake, just one more time. A seven-inch bass on a five-inch worm (Chartreuse Senko). Have to admire that guy. The hook harmlessly pierced his cheek, but after a few seconds of not getting the hook out of his mouth, I just bit into the line, and I pulled the line out the other way.
Catch and release, unharmed. Maybe he’ll grow up and we can tangle again.
