Just in time for Mother’s Day!
What amused me, a certain bass fishing affiliate sent me a link. With that title. Right, like I’m about to go to the fishing shop to find something for Mother’s Day. Some folks are just narrow-minded.
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[/style]Reminds me of an exchange from years , “No Kramer, you cannot go to the Bass Pro Shop for Mother’s Day.”
I’m sure my own dear sweet Scorpio mother wold love a new “all-electric” trolling motor – to match her “all-electric (hybrid)” car. No, really, I’m sure of it.
Off to the airport for the 20 minute trip to Big D. I called ahead of time, and I was told that it wasn’t going to be a problem carrying on a little mother’s day gift. I’ll see if that’s really true.
I had a couple of last-minute items to take care of, on Friday. Plus, I was trying to work in a few extra readings and such. I’d dash outside, catch a fish, dash back in, catch the phone, dash out and catch a fish, dash in and catch the phone.
What bothered me about the pictures was that fish were really larger than that, or so it seemed at the time. I wouldn’t take pictures of small fish, I was thinking those were definite keepers, for panfish. Except, well, I wasn’t going to keep them. Some things in life don’t translate well from one medium to another, like from fishing line to digital image.
“Jerry! Final thoughts? (1)
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[/style]That was weird.
Earlier in the week, I ran into an old client. Or friend. Or both, and we enjoyed a casual conversation out under the trees while her tiny male-child (Virgo children are so good) frolicked about.
We touched on the fact that there’s some “weird energy” floating around. How weird? Relationships in turmoil, folks having problems, just, well, for lack of better words, weird.
In part, this has been touched off by a comment and missive from another friend, a real professional “psychic reader and healer,” and I was wondering why I wasn’t getting any of it.
The battery died in the voice mail alert system, and I went a day, well, I’d been fishing, and I forgot to replace the battery. No big deal. When I got around to checking the voice mail, though, the box was full of folks who all wanted readings, and then there was one more.
First ex-wife. Drawling, had been looking at my pictures on the , I guess.
Just a very strange encounter, strictly a short e-mail, and a quick voice mail, although, in my sick and twisted mind, I found a certain darkly comic element. I toyed with uploading the voice mail, but at 3 AM, I couldn’t get the computer telephone parts to talk to each other.
I did eventually, when my brain was more clear, respond in a nice manner. I hope. I just noted that I’m only about two months behind on the rent for the trailer, and the landlord only has to threaten once, I spend an inordinate amount of time fishing, and I really do live like a monk. I like reading books. I guess that hasn’t changed from way back when.
(1) Jerry Springer, the Opera.
