“Red dog one, this is Blue Leader. The eagle has landed. Repeat: the eagle has landed.”
“Blue Leader: this is Red dog one, roger that.”
(A client sent some cash in the mail. I had to let ’em know it got here. Either the fun works, or the humor is lost.)
It might’ve been more amusing if I’d said the Grant had landed. That’s the guy on the bill.
Feet held up to the fire?
That’s what it felt like, the other evening. I was being quizzed on predications that had to do with timing. My timing was a simple (or arcane) assumption based upon the movement of several planets, the Sun, the Moon, not one drop of common sense, and little insider know-how. But it sure felt like my feet were being held up to the fire.
Not that it bothered me.
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The Rules:
I’ve got a couple, and rather than pretend that this is material that I preach, but don’t practice, remember, I learned most of these rules the hard way.
One, no married men (you know what I mean, no one involved in a serious relationship, and even if the person says it’s okay? Think about it.)
Two, no sleeping with the help (boss, servant, co-worker, employee).
Three, Why I life like a monk.
I need to work on these, I can see.
Four? Be more proactive? Whatever.
Cherchez les poissons!
(I’ve got figure out if I’m spelling that right, college French is like a pinprick spot of light in the distance.)
[/style] I was called out to help move furniture, early in the AM, and I opted to walk myself home, as it was sort of nice out, in a cloudy day way. Got home, had a sandwich, did a phone reading, and looked at the clock. As usual, I’d gone way over, but I wasn’t too worried, no time for a nap, I dug through the worm bed, fetched up some nice, juicy crawlers, and I grabbed the pole. A couple of annoying kids were hanging around, drinking beer, talking trash, and sitting in my preferred spot, on the edge of the river, so I just moved over. One perch, quick like, and he wasn’t much, but he was bigger than what I’ve been getting lately. A second, smaller one, then I had some real fun.
It looks like one of the bucks, formerly guarding the nest. After all his child-rearing efforts, he looks rested and refreshed. And mightily gamey, too, as he teased the bait for a while, then he struggled, and I finally got him landed. One of the young men was rather impressed.
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[/style] Fish in one hand, fumbling for the camera with my other hand, I passed him the phone, posed, got a click, splashed the fish back in the lake, and listened to the congratulations. I put another worm on the hook and continued to work.
The kids wandered off, thankfully taking the empties with them. Nice guys.
Another neighbor wandered by, and he watched while I nailed this last little guy, who was a lot bigger than the previous ones. Not the biggest yet, but nice for a small hook and a small worm. With an audience, even.
Food notation:
Thursday and Saturday special at Sandy’s: Burger, fries, medium drink, $2.95. With tax? $3.18. Cash only, no credit cards. I made my dining companions (Sagittarius & Pisces) hang around a little longer, as I was hoping for another good sunset. The clouds were right, the timing was right, but alas, not chance. No good picture of that fabulous neon against majestic background.
