The sound was the roadies, taking apart the ACL Fest stage, knocking it down, cleaning and packing, or so I’ll assume. Elsewhere?
On the astrological front?
Last week was Sagittarius, more or less, all day, every day. Monday morning? Red-headed Capricorn(s) – several. Lots. Including a new web site?
Unrelated (and no photo):
One cute, little bass who jumped out of my grip and rolled around it the gravel before I had a chance to get her picture. Just tossed her back. I mean, who wants a picture of a bass covered in pea gravel? The postal person was watching, “You fish every day?” Sure. When I can.
Unrelated Books:
I was just finishing up reading Teeth of the Tiger, One point in the novel’s plot worried me, the outcome itself, it was a little predictable, the good guys win. The final scenario is little more than something I could see happening, but then, that could just be me. I was surprised that there were no sex scene for the main characters, but at least one of the subsidiary characters, a bad guy, the “cyber-sex” scene fell right in line with what little I know about that subject. Earlier, I’d had a hard time digesting Dress your family in corduroy, but I picked it up to follow that Clancy novel. Very different worlds, but the juxtaposition was enough that I could find much humor in the Sedaris collection.
Unrelated, inbound mail:
Round a-bout, 9/19/04 10:52 PM, ya’ll “said:
> hello,
> i just wanted to let you know i used to read my horoscope religiously. then
> when i noticed all the more negative forecast actually manifesting and nothing
> from the positive aspect of the forecast i said forget it IM done reading
> them. so lately every so often i read my horoscope, just to see “whats up” .
> now im a Capricorn and this is the first time in a long, long time that
> horoscope was correct, and just let your friend know I totally the same way as
> stated in a the horoscope. its so uncanny and im glad im not alone in feeling
> that way. thanks!
As a final thought:
I wore no shirt & no shoes all day. Never went further than the dock, either, for a little fishing. And for some reason, it all felt good. Managed to whip up a web site, talked to clients – some overseas – and turn a decent buck. I did miss out on a long walk, but that would’ve necessitated footwear, and I never made it that far. I’d call it a successful day. No shoes, no shirt, and some fish? Damn near perfect.
