By Tuesday afternoon, I was busy trying to figure out what was going on, astrologically, that was leading so many folks to wander aimlessly. Mercury started its errant path in earnest. With a vengeance.
Sure, the electric car wouldn’t start, but that was Monday. I couldn’t open the hood on the station wagon to get a jump start. Tuesday, I got home and the phone was dead. Oh no, the DSL line was working, but the main phone number was dead as could be.
At one point in the Dallas trip, I picked up the latest “Florida Whack-a-doodle” crime thriller, Skinny Dip. Perfect reading for times like this. In as much as I hated paying retail price for the book, I saw no other way to access it, and I can’t wait for it to come out in paperback. Although, for my dollars, I still find Tim Dorsey’s Florida material more engaging for my tastes.
But Skinny Dip was certainly engaging, and little more interesting than the last couple of the author’s novels. Or maybe I was just in a space where I needed some deep escape and fantasy reading. Never can tell. The plot called up an old, recurring character, in fact, two, and while there’s no need for a command of the author’s canon, loyal fans will be greatly rewarded. But it doesn’t stop the book from standing on its own as a good read.
The midnight movie, see, all I had was a note to myself to check out the Alamo for the midnight movie Wednesday night. Hey, it’s free, can’t go wrong? Two back-to-back readings at a coffee shop, and from there it was a short stroll on over to the Alamo. The folks are on the Left Coast, so I did get a chance to straighten them out with the news from Dallas. Then I went to see, and I think it was a mistake, The Girls of Thunder Strip, about a 1966 film. Imagine, like, Dukes of Hazzard with bikers. How come motorcycle ruffians are always the bad guys?
There’s a reason why the film was free.
Did I mention that Mercury was Retrograde in a big way?
