Uno. Dos, tres. Quatro, sank?
1. Did I mention that some days, I just don’t like all the paperwork that’s associated with this business end of the business. I know, someone’s got to do it. No one else can sign the checks.
Last month’s rent on the trailer, some notice about phone service about to be terminated, just the usual.
I could pay on time, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, surfing from perceived emergency to perceived emergency is more amusing, plus there’s always the discovery, like, “Oh, I needed to mail them a check, last month.”
2. While avoiding work I laid down a great conga groove for the weekly audio file. The funny part to me is it might not make the cut on Monday morning.
3. Carp Anglers Group (in Austin).
4. Watching, talking to CAG fisher folks, got me thinking. A group went by with the little witch in the back seat of the rowboat, hollering instructions to the dozen rowers. The back seat driver was hollering, not the group. Considering that this little section of the river passes right under Interstate 35, the main artery from, what, Laredo (y Coahuila y Mexico) to way far north, like past Oklahoma to Canada even (Canada is the northern border to Oklahoma, I think), I’m surprised that a strictly urban waterway gets such varied use.
5. Family tradition?
A delivery person knocked on the door, and she was not-the-usual delivery driver with an Amazon box in hand.
“Thanks! But I didn’t order anything….” I looked at the shipping address, left Coast, East Bay, I think, like, didn’t Amazon have a shipping center there? Northern California, it’s, like, right next to Canada?
Sister was just carrying forward the old family tradition of the chocolate easter bunny gift pack. There was the requisite chocolate easter bunny, but along with that, in more thoughtful consideration, there were some worms. Not really fishing worms, but I had an idea, and I popped a quick picture, just to see what it would look like. Worms for me, worms for the finned friends.
