Six Years

Six Years, 9 months. Tuesday at the rock shop in Austin, just shy of the seven year mark. I was last there in early March, moments before the beginning of the end.

In strictly astrological terms, I use the analogy about Saturn, while Saturn’s orbit is more like 30 years, from an earthly perspective, the cycle tends to favor the 28-year mark. Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Janice Joplin, Jim Morrison — always the popular examples. Amy Winehouse, in more recent experience?

Dig back, and streaming, someplace, is a movie called “The Seven Year Itch.” based on a stage play. Based on taking that 28-year Saturn cycle and breaking it into quarters.

So this is a transition point for me. Part of Saturn’s cycle, and time to decide.

Wrestling this kind of question in words, in print, that helps me think more clearly about an issue, like working at the rock shop. To be fair, I’m technically a free-lance, in-house practitioner. House gets a percentage. It’s more than fair, the store bears the burden of set-up, advertising, and dealing with my crap, yes, only fair for them to get a piece of the action.

There’s something about being at the old Army-Navy store that became an Academy (Sports and Outdoors), that mutated into the current, largest, metaphysical and mineral source in the southwest. Outside of the big shows, Nature’s Treasures has to be one of the largest, if not largest, outlet of its ilk.

I tried weekends and holidays but what worked best? Alternate Tuesday. Then, as I’ve oft-stated, it’s about “roots,” my time spent in old South Austin, old East Austin, and the flying in and out of the old airport. My personal history runs deep.

Six Years

With the recent outbreak of virus, or the spread, or whatever? The local promoter I work with, she’s provided an illusion of safety in the form of a “splash guard.” My table has a 2 x 3 foot piece of quarter-inch tempered glass anchored between me and the clients. One chair not two, and strictly enforced limit on the number of people in the ballroom at a time. Local and federal, CDC, State of Texas, Bexar County, City of San Antonio, all guidelines are enforced.

This local event is technically a private gathering, and as such, the promoter can mandate masks, like Shakespeare said.

I’ve stayed in contact with my friends and business associates at the rock shop. I miss hugs and being treated like a brass pole, but I don’t miss not breathing.

The last correspondence suggested that I would wait and reassess in August. Tentative arrangements include the rock shop moving forward in September. I should be able to make it then, see what happens. In the meantime, behind plated glass, and under mask, I’m still “live” in San Antonio, alternate Sundays.

Having safely made it this far? I’m more circumspect and err on the side of caution. When it appears to be safe again, I’ll happily return to being my usual self in Austin’s rock shop. Until then? I’m still available by phone.

The most up-to-date information is always on the website’s schedule, astrofish.net/travel.

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