Off to Big D for an overnight, the folks are back in town, Sister is – allegedly – winging in for the Scorpio’s b-day.
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[/style>Blame Jimmy:“What kind of flower is it?”
“Red one,” I answered. But in my mind – and I don’t care if I’m wrong, I’m inclined to blame Jimmy Buffett (Capricorn) for the Grateful Dead’s Scarlet Begonias stuck in my head. I took, like, about 50 pictures on the trail. One image turned out well, a scarlet begonia.
Rigors of the road:
So it’s up to Dallas on Saturday, argue with Sister about who gets the single guest bedroom, then back to Austin, connect on through to San Antonio, and head down there for dinner. Then, the plan, Monday night, the Riverwalk’s Coffin Parade. Finally, back to Austin. I’m looking forward to missing Austin’s weirdness on Halloween.
Three days, three cities. Whew.
Perspectives:
Link to a scan of a 1942 Army Manual about Iraq.
“Don’t discuss religion or politics.” Only leaves BBQ, and they don’t eat pork, what’s life without pork ribs? That only leaves brisket and coffee, right? Granted, Arabica is the main coffee bean.
Stargazing:
Venus & Mars will be all right tonight. Next week’s audio file deals with the relative phase of the moon, too, so that part of the situation.
Binded me with…
science?
Note to self:
Give Saturn five (5) degrees. Like six degrees of Kevin Bacon, or whatever that was, Saturn needs five degrees, not the usual 1 or 2 used in strict, structuralist astrology.And if this note makes no sense, don’t worry, it’s intended as a personal, professional note to myself. I just had to type it out so I could remember it, “give Saturn five degrees.”
Cherchez les poissons:
No bass today. Just little perch. Except, one was big, but still, no bass.
