Summer nights
I was wrung out and exhausted, emotionally, physically, intellectually, from hard day of trying to rent apartments. The good news is I’m shifting my hours, the bad news, is that the economy in Austin is in the proverbial toilet.
Try explaining that there are more apartments in Austin than there are tenants. Just one thing after another, the way it goes.
I was riding the bus, and looking at gray clouds overhead, the sun poked through, late in the afternoon, there were new flowers in the flowerbeds, but not really enough to cheer things up.
Server was down when I got up Tuesday morning, and when I last checked, it was running by noon, but only barely. The tech board had a notice about a ‘Denial of Service’ attack. Just my luck. I don’t guess the engineers wanted to hear about Mercury being Retrograde.
I crawled to the bus stop, crawled onto a bus, and finally got off in front of Bouldin Creek Coffee House. I had my mind set on a plate of greens and cornbread, comfort food. I got slacker plate, instead, at the behest of the Gemini barista, and I was equally impressed. Beans, rice, peppers, and other stuff. Cheap and plentiful, all vegan.
Suitably fortified, I ambled back to Shady Acres, and opened up the doors and windows to let the cool spring time air sift through. On my patio, I’ve got some kind of plant flowering right now. Confederate Jasmine? I don’t know, something like that.
The breeze brought in a whiff of the perfume from the flowers, the vegetable plate settling in my stomach, and suddenly the troubles of the world seem to settle away.
I took a couple of calls while I was at the coffee bar, Bubba Sean [Gemini] inquiring about dining options in Hillsboro. Can’t say, other than I tend to shy away from the truck stops ever since that one, unfortunate event. Not all truck stops, just the ones in and around Hillsboro. Ask [url=http://www.norml.org/index.cfm?Group_ID=4439&wtm_format=print#musicians]Saint Willie about Hillsboro, too.