That “approaching” Full Moon in West El Paso, big image is here. Curious image I took of my suitcase – I just liked that there was a dead-tech sticker so clearly visible: Newton.
“Scorpio is about secretive as an erection.” (Thanks Roy!)
“Why do girls go out with guys who treat them like crap?” (Overheard at the diner.)
“I’m from a really small town, I go there, and I’m related to everyone. Makes getting a date hard.” (Taurus)
“That ring will look a lot better once you wash the gravy off it.” (Scorpio)
Winter’s Night:
The desert at night? It’s a really magical place. Grace’s backyard? More so, as noted in the weekly video. However, that clear, cool desert mountain air? Gets cold at night. No moisture to make the day’s warmth hang on, Monday morning was the worst. A boom box drove by in the middle of the night, rattling the trailer’s windows. Before sunup, kids, on their way to school. Voices drifting in and out, punctuated by another boom box, thumping by.
The trailer was uncomfortably cold, when I woke, and I rolled over onto the electric blanket and pushed its controls up to the maximum. Worked better. Before sunrise, it looked liked the thermometer had dropped to a very breezy 25. Too cold for my tastes, at least, on a repeated level.
I was trying to fold the blankets and scramble out of the trailer when I heard Bubba’s big diesel turn over. Wanted to thank him for Grace’s dinner and a place to stay. He and his helper were gone before I ever got to say, “Thanks.”
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
Two Meat Tuesday (the book)
(cure for the common horoscope)
Pink Cake A commonplace book.
Bexar County Line
Evolution of Robot:
Dance.
Coffee:
Misspelled my name. But got the rest right.
Take the shortest route, the one nature planned – to speak and act in the healthiest way. Do that, and be free of pain and stress, free of all calculation and pretension.
Marcus Aurelius: Meditations.(Book 4 verse 51)
Wet fuel Cell:
Like it says in the fine print, “Wet Fuel Cell: do not remove.” It’s visible as a warning on older Boeing 737. The flight attendant said it was a 500 series, but I thought the plane was a 300 series. I don’t see that warning much anymore, not on the newer aircraft. I think about it whenever I look at the wing of a commercial jet. A single warning label spawned a whole branch to the web site. Odd, what is a lasting impression and influence.