Life is short
Eat Dessert First (Amy’s dictum)
Got an early wake up call for Saturday morning, off to Dallas for an overnight visit to the folks for Father’s Day.
Friday morning, I settled in with some more horoscopes, then I looked at what I was working on, and I thought about it, looked at the clock, and decided that a quick hike and bike trail excursion that left me at the correct destination was in order.
I was hoping I could get by the creek for a cool-off dip, but apparently I’d cut my time a little short.
But sweating in the afternoon sun, cruising along, a stack of astrology charts in hand, I was figuring life was pretty good. As I headed up Congress, towards Jo’s, I discovered that the construction project was still underway, and I had to use the other side of the street. The Amy’s side. So, I followed my own advice about “life is short, eat dessert first,” and fetched up a little Mexican Vanilla. Back across the street to a crowded Jo’s, and I poured the ice cream into a double shot of espresso.
From there, we decided that the cool AC at Zen was a lot better than the heat, and I really did want a little raw fish appetizer, so I had dinner, a reading, and their version of ceviche. Or, as I prefer to call it, owing to our Central Texas language mutilation policy, “Servichie.”
I was casually fielding client calls later in the evening, and one perspicacious Aries asked, “Are you fishing right now?”
Well, yes, I was. The cordless stretches out to the river, if the battery’s full. I must look a little weird, fishing and talking into the air, but for me? Life is good.
