Part the First and Part the Second:
I woke up with an image of pinball machine in my head. I’m sure there’s some metaphor, some idea attached to the image. What flipped through my mind, as I watched the little silver ball get bounced around the play field of the machine, what I thought about was that broken flipper.
Just coming out of a period of time like the last “Mercury is retrograde – oh boy” give pause to reflect and think back. Personally, and I’ve used this in scopes before so it’s not new, too much time spent looking backwards impedes forward motion. Might miss something in my path, trip and fall.
I was thinking about that pinball machine, the little ball being me, bounced around and hammered up and down, sometimes scoring points, racking up big bonuses, and other times, not going anywhere but down the drain,
Part of the image that I was working included a broken flipper, just when that pinball gets to a point where there’s still a game, if both flippers worked, only, one of the game’s paddles is broken. Or injured, maybe not completely inoperable, but it doesn’t work fully. Gives it half-hearted hit, just bounces the metal ball about halfway from here to there.
I was correcting a “galley proof” copy of an upcoming scope. Same thing I was working on yesterday morning. The difference? Tuesday, officially, more or less, Mercury was no longer allowed to mess with my brain. Caught the errors faster and work flowed more smoothly.
Intermission:
Quick bit about The Lonely Planet series. I’ve thumbed through a few copies of the guides, and one item stuck out: they were stealing my material. Not really, but places that I mentioned, heretofor otherwise unmentioned, showed up in their guides for Texas.
(Keeping it real, here. Ain’t sold out yet.)
Did I mention one of the many reasons I love where I live?
Part two:
Fish de jour:
The back story? Mid-morning, there was a school of bass lounging in the shade by the dock. I flipped a few worms at them, and one tried it, didn’t like the taste and spit it out. I got back to other work. Started fishing late afternoon, caught half dozen little fish. Tiny fish, as seen above. I switched to a different pole, new line, spooled up for the weekend, and got a long cast out to the weeds. Caught a girlfriend, and now that she’s not “with child” anymore? She had a lot of fight. She used to be a tail wagger, but last night? She was jumping, shaking her head. Not ten feet from my grasp, I was already framing a picture in my mind, she shook the hook.
Some days, the fish wins. Worse yet? I can’t blame the planets.
