Sure, Tuesday was only a Tuesday but by the time I got home, it sure felt like Friday.
1> Back up and restore, do command line interface work in order to hack away and get this journal back up to speed. What amused me the most was the way that I’d forgotten the simplest of the commands. It’s not like, brain science or anything. It was problematic, at best. While I was working on that, Bubba Sean calls, wants to play hooky, after all, he will be working Willie’s all weekend. Note to Bubba Sean: I didn’t suggest he’d be working willies all weekend, no, it was that weekend thang, Willie’s 4th of July Picnic.
2> Long as can be lunch at Threadgill’s. I managed a dive in the pool on the way there, so I was still damp when we arrived, and we were due to meet a favored Virgo of his. She pops in, I slide over in the booth, pat the spot I’d been sitting on, and pointed out that I was so excited to see her, I was just moist – I left a wet spot. “Oh great, he peed his shorts again.”
3> After a delightful lunch, fraught with many bad jokes, a broken heart, a family tech support call, and a perky Aries waitress, (“I’ve been meaning to ask, does an Aries get along with a Scorpio?”) next up was a reading. Somehow a cigar got worked in, too.
4> After the reading, looking at the position of the sun, I was guessing it was still a good time for a quick dash to the creek. Nothing like being up a creek with no paddle? However, on my way to the creek, taking a different route than usual, I was ambling down Barton Springs Road, and a truck hove into sight, then careened across a curb to block my path. “Hey sexy, sweaty man, what’s up!” A mighty Leo. Booked reading with her for next week. I just thought it was so odd, there we were, her old truck, me shirtless and wandering aimlessly, stopped in the middle of rush hour traffic, I pull a digital address & appointment book out, and we’re comparing notes as to when we can get to together. Half heathen, half hippie, mostly Texan and all Austin? Reminder: never, ever try to out drink women from Louisiana.
5> On the way home, finally, after a full afternoon of work, workout and simmering heat, I got glimpse of something either funny or disquieting, and I’m not sure which. An APD officer was ticketing someone for, presumably, bridge jumping. I didn’t inquire, but I wanted to. I hung back for a second, and watched as the officer then approached a group of guys using the rope swing into the creek. “Technically, that’s Town Lake and technically, there’s a city ordinance against swimming in Town Lake,” was all I heard. Move along, nothing to see here.
