Happiness? Define happiness? Happiness is a five-pound bass.
Purple Crappie jig, in about 8 feet of water, crappie pole with heavy line. Too bad the pictures don’t do this behemoth justice.
Friday’s Fish, in five acts
While it’s Friday, and while I should be working on packing up for the weekend in San Antonio, for a quick gig at the bookstore, I got off on thinking about two favorite topics, books and music.
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I’d booked a whole day to do this: set up another home network, with Apple Airport, for a friend. I didn’t really get tired of it, but it is a little strange to have someone parked outside your trailer’s door, with a laptop plugged into her cigarette lighter, soaking up free bandwidth. I did a system upgrade, I did a little messing around with wires and cables, and I spent, maybe, twenty minutes actually working. The rest of the time? Lord knows I’ve got some Capricorn friends who can talk a lot.
We tried a couple of pictures, but the photographer complained about a reflection, “That’s just my forehead.”
Act I: Cherchez les poissons?
Many nibbles. No solid hooksets. Oh well, they were just little fish.
“No man, I’ve seen you catch fish here before,” what the neighbor said, “like, three in in about five minutes.”
Act II:
Sandy’s for dinner. Price has gone up. Hamburger inflation. Might have to find a new Thursday-Saturday special. $2.79, $3.40 with tax.
Act III:
Bubba’s iMac, sitting on the couch. Trying to figure out which CD is the right one to slide in and make it all better.
Apple Computers are kind of like girlfriends, require constant updating?
No, that one didn’t work.
Apple Computers are like girlfriends, require…
Act IV:
Wherein the hurricane season begins in earnest.
Act V:
Exactly why I live like a monk.
