I was sorely tempted, when I rolled out of bed, to call Sister to wish her a happy birthday. 5 AM my time is like, what, 3 AM on the Left Coast?
I pocketed worms, grabbed a pole, and headed down to the waterline. The LCRA was playing games with my fishing schedule. Obviously, they were anticipating a lot of rain, or planning on cleaning the lake’s shoreline. The water level was down, almost 18 inches lower than it had been the night before.
Town Lake (auspice of the Lower Colorado River Authority), sometimes river (Colorado River), runs through downtown Austin. Shady Acres is the only trailer park located on its shores. Less than a mile from the State Capital. Yee-something-Haw.
Makes a great fishing laboratory. But a sudden change in water level, nominally it’s a constant level lake, really interferes with my fishing practice. There was a fetid smell, redolent in sulfur and decomposing material, rolling off the shoreline.
Unrelated:
NASA info about Venus.
Even more unrelated:
Map of London for future reference. Can you see where I’ll be? It’s right there.
Even more unrelated than anything else:
I finished up a horoscope, looked at the chart, and I got into a cereal mode. So I wrote the next week, for that one sign, and it dovetailed right into the week I was working on. I just love it when that happens in such a seamless fashion. Of course, that also means that no one will get it – but that’s not the point. It tickled me. Now I’m wondering if I can get a running metaphor and stretch it out over three weeks?
