Pork ribs and brisket?
Pork Rib weather:
Monday night, I was talking to the Indianapolis radio, and I was pointing out that it was almost 90 here in Austin, that day, whereas, up yonder, it was their second frost warning. The Leo DJ joked that “frost warning” – to me – must have something to do with the icebox, the freezer section.
TFG wrote a short and elegant piece about Texas weather.
I started out with that, and I currently have no idea where I was going with it.
Something about weather, no doubt.
Brisket:
Ma Wetzel was due in town, by her reckoning, on Monday. That’s the last I’d heard. She called in the middle of Tuesday afternoon, talking about a hotel and how she was changing rooms. I was still on the hike and bike trail, looking for fish, and I was just done with a two-meat platter, rather full. To be quite honest, the brisket was a tad dry, and the pork ribs were sparse, but they still had that delightfully flavored covering, making it all okay.
I had just enough time to jump in and out of the shower when she pulled up in her Prius, at the trailer’s door. I showed her my fishing spot, and complained that I hadn’t caught a fish in two or three days, then she dined at Threadgill’s, and she acted so surprised when I picked up the tab.
I got up rather early Tuesday morning, saddled up to the word processor, and I processed words. Around noon, I got to wondering about wandering and eventually took off. One detour lead to another detour, and I had a good time poking through the specials at the office supply store at the corner of 5th and Lamar. I desperately, it’s been more than a week now, needed some ink for the printer.
Now then, I did no readings, no chart interpretations, but I did take care of a bunch of the other business that goes with business. Mail box, office supplies, calling that insurance guy, double-checking with San Antonio, paying off a credit card, deposit at the bank, the nuts and bolts of business management. There were something like a half-dozen phone calls I had to return, and I hope I got to most of them.
Then there was the quick call to Grace about El Paso plane plans. So I was pretty much whipped by the time I got home, and I was getting a little fractious because I had already eaten enough to keep me through the day and evening. Plus, I’d had a full day, between writing, working, and walking, not to mention a Virgo waitress, either. But my “Wee (Scorpio) Mum” had to be attended to. At T-Gill’s, she inquired about the Thanksgiving Day special, then tried the guilt-trip, old habits die hard, to see about a reservation. I’m looking forward to Chicken-Fried steak on T-Day, sounds like.
I directed her out the parking lot, and up the hill to Bouldin Creek Coffee, where, the first attempt at dessert just didn’t satisfy her.
“It’s carob, not really chocolate,” she said.
But their homemade brownie, weighs about a half pound? That did the trick.
Side dishes (unrelated):
Short Wired article about viral marketing.
And an LA Times column about the privacy issue.