5/16 [Feast Day of St. Brendan, Irish Patron Saint of Sailors]
Ruby throat, ruby chest sparrow at the birdfeeder. I was answering a business call, arranging for reading appointment next week, and I was just so embarrassed: Duran Duran was going the background. What’s worse, this a CD I recently bought. So I only paid $1.98, for a short “greatest hits” version, but there’s something in there. Over produced, 80’s pop, yeah, I know, but I still have a certain aural affection for “Girls on Film.” It’s personal, dating back to being in the nightclub business. The VJ [I sure hope the statute of limitations is up] mixed up a video that was certainly a lot more interesting than the original. So it’s one of the few memories I have from a time when I was little less — or more — lubricated. But it’s a just a horrid situation to be talking to someone on the phone, and “The Reflex” is blaring as a musical backdrop. Mr. & Mrs. fredlet dropped by for some late night dinner and conversation. A quick meal with them and Bugboy at the Magnolia. Promises for bat watching soon. News from various ends of the computer biz. Tales from their road trip. Then, as a special “Route 66” gift: the fredlets’ got me a stuffed Jackalope. Perfect. I’ll be in Jackalope Country this weekend.