From Pepys Diary., June 28, 1662:
“This day a genteel woman came to me, claiming kindred of me, as she had once done before, and borrowed 10s. of me, promising to repay it at night, but I hear nothing of her. I shall trust her no more. Great talk there is of fear of a war with the Dutch; and we have order to pitch upon twenty ships to be forthwith set out; but I hope it is but a scarecrow to the world to let them see that we can be ready for them; though, God knows! the King is not able to set out five ships at this present without great difficulty.”
Vote for Austin.
Tuesday got off to a great start when I was “in the zone” but being in that space means I was 30 seconds late to catch the first bus. I ambled on towards the second bus stop, dashed into the mini-mart for a second, stopped long enough to watch ten seconds of Springer, and I missed the second bus. Made the third bus, but that means I just slid in just under the wire.
At my second office, “el jefe” and “la mamacita” were there, and the boss was busy ripping a new one on some guy I didn’t recognize. I looked busy. I’ve felt that wrath, even undeserved, it’s not pretty. But after missing two buses, I wasn’t in happy place anymore. Plus, I missed a free lunch.
It was supposed to be a slow day, but it wasn’t. I was also supposed to depart for the UT Campus and some advertising work early, but I didn’t. I did escape around 4, and I meandered through the University’s grounds, taking care of business and noticing items like how the Littlefield House is haunted, and students still congregate to read poetry on the lawn.
I had a running monologue in my head, leading me to be vastly amused with my thoughts. A little after five, I was at the bus stop for a homeward bound trip. Leslie was there.
Who’s Leslie? You know, that Austin icon, the cross-dressing homeless guy with flaming red hair. He’s running for mayor again. Frankly, I think he’s a better choice than anything else. He can’t be bought. He’s probably a little crazy, but at least, with him, we don’t have to worry about what his hidden secrets are, he’s quite open about his eccentricities.
Vote for Leslie Cochran. It’s a vote for Austin.
Leslie’s a Cancer, Saturn will be headed into Cancer soon, and the rigors of office would fit perfectly with his chart – Saturn would add some much needed structure, I suspect. As would the job.