New toys & such.
Oh, ahem, that’s right, this is a business development tool, part of the road kit. I keep forgetting.
I’m pretty sure there’s a conspiracy afoot. A cold, north wind was whipping down the river’s valley, such as it is, and the cat was curled up next to me, moaning in her sleep. I hopped in the shower, and as soon as I got a head full of lather and suds, there was a loud, persistent knock on the trailer’s door.
That driver again. I started complaining about conspiracy theories, problems with drivers, and that one Sagittarius driver, going on and on, for a good two minutes. I was part way through my diatribe before I even opened the door, the shower still running, a big towel hastily draped over my naked form.
“Yeah, glad to see you, too, and at least I now know that you do wash your hair.”
He smirked. I giggled, anyway. I signed the clipboard, number one spot at the top of the page. His first delivery. I’m pretty sure he was waiting, around the corner, drinking coffee, watching to see when I started the water running.
From thence, it was on to Libra lunch. And a quick dash to half price books – a very dangerous place for me. But I did find, based on many recommendations, a Billy Joe Shaver CD.
Know what I miss the most? Album covers. Granted, a CD is lot more sturdy, and I can’t wear out a single track; vinyl was good for what? Ten plays before the sound began to deteriorate? But album covers? Where else was there a medium that lent itself to visual expression? One square foot on the front. One square foot on the back. Double albums? Two square feet on the cover, two more inside?
The Half Price Books bathroom.
Little (tiny) fishes on fat night crawlers
There were two others who didn’t make it on shore for the requisite photo op. Those two never had the hook in their wee fishy mouths. I pulled them up while they were clamped onto the bait. All fun, all safe in the lake again. But one of those guys, even for a little perch, he fought as much as a bass. Had me excited until I pulled him up. At least I can say that I did enjoy the winter afternoon.
Friday: many more client consultations, at my limit just about, and then think about San Antonio.
