“7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
From The King James Version of the Bible
#bible
“Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.”
Dromio of Syracuse
Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors (IV.iii.35)
“I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.”
— Sir Andrew Aguecheek
Twelfth Night
Act 1, Scene 3
#Shakespeare
Just the odd reminder about our independence. Not comment about our inability to consistently be national embarrassment. Politics, huh.
April 3, 2022: Guiding Light Healing Arts
Today in San Antonio — in Live Oak — with some answers to questions….
Sunday! In San Antonio!
Curious as to the astrological details?
There are two sources of data, seeing me in San Antonio this Sunday — or the weekly horoscopes.
Portable Mercury Retrograde – Kramer Wetzel
Portable Mercury Retrograde: astrofish.net’s Mercury in Retrograde
“First to arrive gets the best deal.”
The Atlanta Braves at the The Texas Rangers, Friday night baseball.
Friend of a friend, lovely tickets to a Rangers home game.
I liked the Braves: they shut out Houston, in Houston, 6th game of last year’s World Series. Beat Houston in Houston. Fun game to watch. Frankly, Houston had a better team, on paper.
Friday night? Primo seats. Need more friends willing to front home plate ball tickets.
“The things we do for our dates.”
It was exciting. Not nearly as cool as a world series, but quite an experience. I only have Fenway Park to compare the experiences, and from a facilities, amenities, and comfort? Ranger Stadium is way superior.
Fans? I really admire the emotional resilience of the Red Sox fans. Must be like that for Ranger fans, too. Stayed until the end of the ninth inning, Atlanta 6, Rangers 3. Almost four hours long, seemed like.
Really a nice stadium experience. Ease of vehicular ingress and egress, well-lit, no sketchy corners, nothing funny lurking in the water for the hot dogs.
Literal fireworks when the Rangers scored a home run, twice in that game. A little loud for my tastes.
Heading homeward on the old turnpike? My British accent Siri gave clear, concise directions, and for a few moments, I was on the old Dallas Ft. Worth turnpike — what it was called. Brought back latent memories.
That’s three ball games I’ve been to. Leftover memories of the turnpike? Some time in my distant past, I recall, I think we were drinking beer in the mid-cities area, and then climbing on the back of thoroughbred European liter bikes, and screaming into the night, headed east along the old turnpike — there was dark stretch from Six Flags to the post office exit, and cresting a hill, easily over a hundred miles an hour, three or four of us, wheeling into spring night, racing time and age with the boundless intemperance of youth.
Think I’d rather just see a ball game in that stadium. “Go Rangers!”
Especially if it’s in the splash zone.
“But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?”
