Fortuna, Where Are You?

Lughnasa                                                                       Honey Moon

Boy, Fortuna decided to take a walk.  I’ll have to find what her devotees left at her altars and get some of it to her.  My cards have been lousy for two times in a row.  I don’t get any sympathy of course and expect none.  I would like to have a decent hand now and again to remind me of the old days.

On the other hand the table conversation among this group of men, among whom I am the youngster, grows deeper and richer each time we meet.  The cards are the point and beside the point at the same time.

Dinner with friend Bill Schmidt at Pad Thai on Grand Avenue in St. Paul.  Good conversation about writing and an excellent peanut salad.

Sheepshead has become a ritual in all senses of the term and I’m glad for it.