Sunday’s Seven 1. The pause that refreshes. 2. Born in 1965 or 1966? I’ve been dealing with this group, astrologically, for a while now. I’ve found very little material that adequately deals with this group – astrologically. But Sunday, at the fair, listening to another reader carry on…. “Look, I feel like a snake molting, … Sunday’s Seven

Early morning flight. Friday, now, Friday night, some poor, under paid, under appreciated, probably a volunteer, person made some sales call. Poor guy, it went like this, “This is [I don’t recall poor guy’s name] with the Theater, and we’re just calling past patrons, to see if you’d be interested in seeing something else we’re … I’m going to El Paso

I got an unsolicited e-mail offer the other day, as a chance to participate as a ghostwriter in an astrology text. One of the big birthday books type of project. Pluses on the project? The amounts offered were good, acceptable contract terms. Minuses? No real byline, just my name as a long list of contributors, … Interesting problem

Running on empty Last night, I was with a Virgo friend, and she was complaining, “It’s 10:30 at night, and we’re both whining, ‘I’m too tired, I want to go to bed.’ Alone, of course. Here, think we can make it across the street?” It was Guadalupe, or the “Drag” to Austin natives and university … Running on empty

The clouds were that strange kind of low-level cover that’s not quite even, and I did catch a glimpse of blue sky for a little while. Maybe just a few moments, but that’s all it took. As the head honcho is out of town, and it was a slow day at their office, I managed … Rain

Delete I like my delete key. I’ve written two entries, and done away with them, all with that single, powerful keystroke. One was about my Aries buddy the other day, and another was about work, last week, something vastly amusing that the head honcho did. We laughed at the office, but after my recent diatribe, … Delete

Sunday Seven\ I was surfing along and hit the Friday Five, which was all about shoes. Instead of answering the questions, I thought I would just describe each pairs of shoes I own. All seven pairs. 1) Best pair of real shoes is a Lucchesse burnt cherry color, full-quill ostrich boots. Boots are more than … Sunday Seven

Weekends should be for lolling around in the late summer sun, or in my case, rolling along the hike and bike trail, covering a good ten miles. One end to the other, ten miles, more or less in 90 degree sun, a cool swim in the creek, then stopping, and thinking about, and I jumped … Weekends

Real Job – one week of Monday Right before Mercury started going backwards, I picked up the phone, and one of my friends asked if I wanted a job. “Look,” she was saying, and I recall joking with her about their inability to keep a good staff on hand, “it’s only part time. You know, … Real Job – one week of Monday