Nice enough weather, and I couldn’t decide, farm or fish? But it’s exactly the wrong time to plant anything new; however, with Mercury backwards, it is a good time to turn the old flower beds and hopefully get ready for some new seeds for the late spring growing season. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. But all that fresh tilled earth, or spaded – in my case – means I want to drop seeds in. But it’s the wrong time, just yet.
Unconnected to anything:
It’s weird image, not attached to anything. Popped up, the other morning. It’s concrete like a sidewalk, or the steps of an old edifice, perhaps a stairway, leading where? At least one local shop has tables made out of concrete, stained and sealed, could be, like a table top.
The single item on the concrete is a colored pencil, a light blue shade. Not a felt marker, not a crayon, or whatever they call those items, just a light blue color of pencil and “lead,” although, I suspect that it really doesn’t have any lead in it, just the blue pigment on a stick.
Weird bits: the colored pencil belonged to a child’s set of colored pencils, and it was last used on the concrete.
“We now return you to our regular programming.”
On the heels of the Oscars:
A movie we can all looks forward to: Jack Black in Nacho Libre.
On names?
Lovely name for a website.
Bummer, dude.
The good news is Hank III is playing in town. This month. Bad news? It’s a SXSW showcase at the venue; therefore, badges get in first, then, if there’s room and fire code will let it, over-priced tickets are sold. Given the rabid nature of the fans? Looks like a miss for me. Which is why I live like a monk.
Culcullus non facit monachum.
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[/style] She’s not a big fish, nor, for that matter, she didn’t have a lot of fight, it was the faintest tickle of a bite. But it is a fish. Which means, I did fish. And to say she didn’t fight is misrepresenting the facts, because she was an after the fact fighter, calm until I hauled her in front of the camera and then it was a whole of tail action, she wouldn’t hold still, trying to slap me with her tail.
“Ain’t no luck, I learned to duck” (gratuitous Grateful Dead lyric).
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