After a rather lackluster performance – cash-wise – over the weekend, I got around to doing a little soul-searching. Or navel gazing, as I like to style it.
I have to get my butt into gear, because I’m off to San Antonio this coming weekend. I also faced a lot of uncertainty with the Monday morning overload of mail.
Spent a portion of the day fishing, instead of wishing, but I did wish for fish. Water’s pretty clear, means I can see the fish. But it also means the fish can see me. Several times, I’d watch a bass sniff at the bait, roll over and look at me, and just keep on cruising. I wish I could answer better, but judging on the feeding cycles, them fishes are getting ready for a cold winter.
I tried whispering sweet nothings in their fish ears, “Come on baby, you know you want it, just stick it in your mouth, It’s tasty. You’ll enjoy the ride. I promise, just stick it in, won’t hurt a bit.”
I thought about talking trash to the fish, but then, when a Large Mouth Bass opens up that jaw-line, it’s special, see those lower cheeks flex, and the mouth gets all big, and fish themselves, they’re kind of a pretty, in a fish-looking way. Cute, even, if they’re not biting my thumb.
Radio time. Ernie (Sagittarius) and Angela (Leo) in Indianapolis. So I’ve been doing the phone in with them, and I’m enjoying myself, but it sure takes a certain kind of energy on Monday night. Some proper balance of coffee and star charts. Took me all day to get worked up to a half-hour program.
The nicest aspect to call-in radio shows? I can be my comfortable self. No shoes, no shirt. In fact, I made it a whole day with no shoes and no shirt. What a success. Think I’ll add that to a scope soon.
I was put on the spot, too, being asked for a thumbnail sketch of the astrology of the upcoming presidential election. Kerry, Sagittarius, Pluto conjunct his Sun? Bush, Cancer, Saturn Return plus Jupiter getting up close to his Moon? What’s it going to be? Close, that’s for sure.