I got a surprise at the post office, an unexpected, long-forgotten 1099 arrived. Just a reminder that a corporation did indeed pay last year. Handsomely. More or less.
That company, it wasn’t so much work as it was busy work. But somebody had to get paid, might as well have been me. I’d like more jobs like that.
Unrelated:
I finally found that link for last week’s Scorpio scope, the hot sauce referral.
Walking in the rain:
Got up. Drank coffee. Poked around on the web, doing research. Yes, that’s what I call it. Wrote for a spell, and then lay down for a bit, as the rain beat its gentle drum on the aluminum roof. I”ve got a number of projects that require my butt to be in a chair, in front of a computer, but for the life of me, I just couldn’t get excited about any of it. Did the software update thing and decided to brave the rain.
The first half of the walk, nay, even the first two-thirds was good. Fun, even. Didn’t have a single jogger, runner, manic bicyclist with which to deal. Dropped a package in the post, ambled up towards Congress because that’s where the feet seemed to be headed. I was thinking about coffee and so forth.
The old Wendy’s at 7th & Congress is now a Texadelphia, and I wanted to try that for a late afternoon lunch. So as a sodden mess, I wandered in, ordered up a meal, and the manager walked over, “Do you play guitar? You look like a guitar player.”
Must’ve been the hat. When I started out, it was amusing to me, as a single drop would drip off the brim, hang there for a second and roll back and forth with my gait, then fall. By the end of the walk? Annoying. I kept adjusting the hat’s position so no water would fall in front. On the upside? Sure beats an umbrella.
As I passed one spot where the river meets the trail, I noticed a fish jump. So I was thinking to myself, “Self, it might be a good afternoon to try a little rain fishing.”
By the time I got home? The the cuffs were soaked. Shirt cuffs. And the jeans were sticking to my calves, cold, wet denim. Boots? Soaked all the way through. All I could think about was cranking up the heater and being dry.
Book note:
From The Piano Tuner:
“That there are four classes of auguries: those being the omens from the sky, the omens of flying birds, the omens of feeding fowl, and the omens of the movement of four-footed beasts.” (page 53)
Excellent food notation:
Try the oyster nachos. Much better than they sound. At least I loved ’em.
Musical note:
Southern Rock Guitar Army? Yeah, coming soon, on any Sunday.
