The key to happiness

I think I’ve found the key to happiness. I can’t say this will work for all people, all the time, but I’m wondering if there isn’t a solution in here someplace. The deal, I was getting frustrated with mail and ungrateful folks, and worried about bills piling up, all that sort of mundane, every day The key to happiness

God and Texas, Victory or Death

“God and Texas, Victory or Death” William Barret Travis Some days, despite the Moon’s sign, or the global news, some days are just better than others. But it was a Gemini day, through and through, keeping with the theme song for the times. Started with a handful of phone calls, get this: ALL Gemini’s. 4, God and Texas, Victory or Death

Secret Weapons

I popped out the back door, and there was that young buck. Again. He flipped his tail once or twice, and circulated over towards a brush pile, lurking and, presumably, eyeing me. I flipped whatever was still tied on that pole, and we just looked at each other. I was standing at the edge of Secret Weapons

100,000 mile mark

Easter & the 100,000 mile mark– I was driving my Red-Headed Cap’s “truckette” a couple of weeks ago. The radio doesn’t work; she loathes pulling the top off the thing; the AC only blows cold air in the winter, but for a vehicle with over 100,000 miles, the motor still runs pretty good. The tires 100,000 mile mark

John Prine &c.

The genius of Shakespeare’s plays is the way they can so effectively reflect the human experience. Unrelated comment, “For someone who’s not a psychologist, you sure do more than the usual ‘helping’ professions.” Had dinner last night at Maria’s Taco Express, then off to the Paramount for the John Prine show. Pretty amazing, and quite John Prine &c.

DAC

Most interesting postcard this week? “Fishing? The way to a man’s heart is through his fly!” Speaking of going through his fly, I saw David Allan Coe Thursday evening. Wasn’t really much of a show. Or maybe it was. “Dude, that was so, like, ‘spoken word’ – more than singing or music,” My Gemini friend DAC

Corrections, mea culpa

Corrections, mea culpa. The fact checking department ate her breakfast, a can of Fancy Feast, and then she took a nap under the bed, thereby avoiding the controversy. It was from a time when I dated a Virgo, years ago, that I had it stuck in my mind that SRV was a Virgo. Apparently, it’s Corrections, mea culpa

Horoscopes are like skirts

Horoscopes are like skirts, they should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep an interest. Look: it’s a terribly sexist point of view. But then, I never claimed not to be a male pig. The patriarchy is on its way out, but never mind that now. I was trying to Horoscopes are like skirts