Hurricane Emily? We ain’t afeard of no hurricane!
“Southbound” (Allman Brothers), down to Corpus Christi (“I’m going down in style,” REK, first live album) into the gaping maws of Emily… Called Ma Wetzel just to hear her screech.
“You’re going where?”
Always wanted to ride a storm out…
Concluded with Crystal Method’s “Busy Child.”
The road goes on forever, part 43
San Marcos? Herbert’s Taco Hut. San Antonio? “See, Kramer, here’s your own room.” Cool, I’ve now got a real “office” in San Antonio.
If the gods have made decisions about me and the things that happen to me, then they were good decisions. (It’s hard to picture a god who makes bad ones.) And why would they expend their energies on causing me harm? What good would it do them – or the world, which is there primary concern?
–Marcus Aurelius Meditations, Book Six, chapter 44.
Can’t help but look at the churning mass of wind and water, making a mess of a holiday date (with a fish), and wondering if they didn’t have it in for me.
But I’m not paranoid.
Indulgences & Stormy names:
Mary Jo (Capricorn) came down the hall to talk to me. As far as I can tell, it’s her store, more or less. We were looking at charts, shooting the breeze, and deciding when would be a good time for me to spend more time “at the office,” while I was trying to remember where I’d heard the name “Emily” before.
The Storm, her name is Emily. I asked the Capricorn if she knew where the name came from? So the conversation veered off to selling houses, as I’ve got a number of folks who are trying to sell houses, and I kept thinking the name “Emily” had something to do with Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, and who is that saint you bury in the front yard (back yard) upside down (right side up) facing the new house (facing the old house), and so on? It’s an old trick I’ve heard for years, throughout the Southwest, and I never could get it al straight.
St. Joseph, a small statue of St. Jo, buried upside down, facing the new house, this helps sell off the old house, but the rules go, after the house sells, you have dig up the statue and take him with you – make the new house happy.
St. Jo – Jesus step-daddy. That St. Jo. I was confused, but that might be a permanent condition.
So the search for a St. Jo led to the “quorum,” which is my name for any one of several shopping areas, like the Quarry or the Forum, exit malls, that, to me, all start to feel the same. At one place, there’s a “Catholic” store. Walk in, ask for a St. Jo. Not only do they have a St. Jo, they have the “St. Joseph Homeseller kit.”
Small box, costs $4.95, comes with a 4-inch St. Jo figurine, I’d call it an action figure without movable parts, and instructions. Plus there’s a another set of instructions available at the store, supplementary “St. Jo Home Seller” kit add-ons.
Now, I’m also thinking about Chaucer’s tales, and trying to recall – straight up from memory, no books allowed (as if I’m going to travel with a portable Chaucer) – where Emily fit in. She’s from the Knight’s Tale.
But on the Friar’s, or was it Pardoner? One of those characters sold indulgences, right? Just like that St. Jo “home selling kit.” Same thing. 700 years later? Church still up the same old tricks?
But for selling houses? If it works? I’ll wait and see what the clients all say.
The St. Joseph Real Estate kit.
