February 24: The Difference a Day & an Inch Make

Sometime in late morning, the sun came out. Totally unexpected. I was driving along The Gulf of Mexico and was seeing places for vehicles to drive onto the beach. I wasn't that brave yet, so I parked just off the road and had the whole place to myself. I could feel little bursts of joy and delight. I walked one way, and then the other, sometimes holding up my skirt and walking at the water's edge. I found a few treasures and came across a memorial to which I left a crystal, although I had no idea when I got off the bus why I was putting one in my pocket.

The day got better: I made it over a bridge without screaming, and David took my cart full of groceries and loaded them into the back of the bus. And then I saw diesel for $3.29. That's when the trouble began. The diesel was in the back and when I got there, the pump was on the wrong side of the bus, so I pulled through, turned around and came back. Well. In that short amount of time, the polls that are located at the ends of the islands surely had moved an inch because my mirrors, still in recovery, kissed one and it's worse than the first time. It hurt more because of all my skoolie/van family did to help me.

Tomorrow I'm going for an oil change ... by someone recommended by the host I am staying with tonight. Then it's going to be finding body work somewhere between Galveston and Corpus Cristi. Maybe I can getOh mirrors that don't stick out so far? Or are on springs?

Oh, I am saving the best for last. I just hooked up Starla Winter – my cousin's daughter's daughter who visited me this past 4th of July, just before she went to Norway – with the publisher and editor so she can write for PaganPages. I'm all excited!

Speaking of which, I need to file one column and finish the review of an oracle deck with which I am still working.

The sunset was a strong orange. The moon should be rising soon.