My horoscope this morning told me to mind my own business.
Wish they had put it on the front page so I could avoid all the "celebrity" nonsense.
And politician's sex lives.
But it was too late, horoscope's in the back with the crossword and I had my nose in other peoples business before I knew.
Anyway, yesterday was a nice one, snarly weather and all.
Somehow, when the sun shines through evil looking clouds it gives a somewhat Easter like promise of rebirth.
But you know, Promises, eh?
Drove to my old neighborhood to one of my favorite Thai restaurants for lunch(I can never get M to go to Asian food places)
Then to Starbucks for a little apres-midi coffee.
I've got this Tully's gift card I got from my dentist that I ought to use up.
The Queen Anne Tully's seems to have closed.
There's a tea shop going in.
Is tea going to be the big thing now?
Then a short blast down Hwy 99 and up Denny to the SCCC parking lot (5 bucks after noon) and a bipedal jog to the library past Benaroya where I mooned the Symphony as I passed.
Here is something I found while surfing there.
If I remember right this is a French string quartet making fun of our national music.What?
But that was yesterday, maybe I misremember
I was in an inexplicable good mood.
If I were still a youngster, I might even think I was in love with something.
The horrible dreams I had this morning seem to shore up that analysis.
But still, why waste a good mood?
Why not enjoy the time between now and the inauguration in blissful anticipation of a country turned back to it's yet to be realized former glory?
So I went down to the Pike Place Brewery and hoisted a pint of XXXXX Stout
Mooning the Symphony once again as I passed.
Cheers to ya!
Walked most of it off on the return voyage to the school, pausing at the Borders along the way to fall for 75 bucks worth of books.
Never go to a bookstore drunk. Not even if it's only a pint of thick creamy Pike Place Stout.
God loves me and wants me to be happy.
John Adam's new book (pretty good so far, 3 chapters in)
Eric Clapton's biography. Seems to be the same thing as any other Brit guitarist's story.
Change the names and it could be any of 'em.
Still it's Eric Clapton
A CD would have made more sense.
A book about the English language which kept me up until 5 AM.
And a Lemony Snicket that I donated to the Children's Hospital.
And had an amusing time with David and the 2nd movement of the viola concerto (or whatever it may turn out to be)
After hybriding my way along the lake back home, M and I decided to walk the three blocks to Cafe Vignole for a very nice Italian dinner, with Chianti (still working on that alcoholism thing)
Then I read all night.
Remember those leaves I was going to rake days ago.
I'll do that today, I promise.
Now, a reward for reading this far,
Another pretty picture. Salt Creek Falls, Oregon
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