In Media Res
So there I was, at the Barton Springs Pool, listening to the guy in front of me try and convince the kid taking money at the gate that this guy – and his son – were both under 18 years old. When I stepped up next, I tried a different line, “No, really, I’m only 14, ask my last girlfriend, she’ll verify that….” “I’m sure she will. It’s still $2.50.” “How many times do you have to hear those same lines, every day?” I mused, as I walked on in, and down to the pool. I’ve got to come up with some better way of getting in for free.
I spent the morning herding electrons across the pages in various tasks. Then it was a phone reading. Then it was the Post Office with ebay business. I had a theory that ebay auctions peaked higher dollar volumes when the auction itself closed close to, but not exactly on, a full moon. I watched this, in fact, I figured my first two rounds of auctions just like that, and sure enough, it paid out just fine. The problem? I forgot I would have to actually ship stuff after folks sent me money. I’ve been dealing in a service-oriented business for long, shooting stuff down the virtual pipeline for so long, I forgot about things like packaging and shipping.
But everything that’s been paid for has shipped. Everything else is waiting on checks, all items sold, and all but two netted more than they cost. More than works out well. Applied astrology.
At the post office, I ran into a photographer acquaintance. He was thrilled with the exposure one weekly link from me got for his work. In fact, I’m real impressed with his photography. Sagittarius, what would you expect? He talked about how he could only take so much bit wrangling [working at the keyboard> before he had to “get out and get some grease under my nails.” Then he’s got a truck he works on. Me? I head for the Springs, which was my next stop.
My Virgo neighbor popped around late in the afternoon, “Do you have any Diet Dr. Pepper?” Nope, all out. I suggested Jo’s, on her way to class, for a quicker picker upper. It’s where I just got back from, so I would be in fine form for my evening reading.
I was going to brag that I was making money while still wearing my underwear, but she stopped me, “You went to Barton Spring?” Yes. “Got dressed for that?” Undressed, but yes, differently attired. “Doesn’t count. Only counts if you stay in your underwear all day.”
I guess that holds true for wearing a shirt, too. I took one with me when I went to the post office, dug one shirt out of the dirty clothes, the shirt that didn’t smell too bad yet. I mean, I was only going to wear a shirt for a few minutes, why bother to soil a perfectly fresh shirt when something a little older will work as well?
Theme song for the day, something to do with Libra. Nothing but Libra-themed charts, all day long. Almost full moon in Capricorn, leaning on those Cardinal Signs [Cardinal signs = Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn>.
