Agitarius | Day 49
Nobody Needs You Or Your Weak And Wiggly Muscles (Almost Nobody)
Saturday, March 16th (Moon in Virgil to Leon, 7:22 p.m.)
Take the day to erect yourself! Construct new fortifications to hold at bay the multitudinous armies now strategizing for your defeat! Pave over that meandering (often hard to follow, sometimes washed-out) trail to finally, boldly, build inroads to beckoning hamlets on your borderland’s troubled periphery! With your girlfriend having forsook your amicability for another weekend with your mother, and the garage ever more commodious from the numerous boxes she took with her, both space and time will be in your favor. Spend the afternoon assembling the spoils of your morning visit to the home improvement warehouse: an extra-large combination charcoal grill and smoker. (Use your credit card to pay for the hourly rental of a pickup truck from the store because your unremarkable sedan will not be big enough to transport the box, but remember to make a payment against the debt quickly, as the 22.98% interest rate will remain among your unluckiest of numbers for the remainder of Vaguus, and on through Fisch, Scirrociis, Germino, and beyond). Grill assemblage will take an extraordinary amount of time and concentration that will require you to microwave nearly a dozen mugs of succulent red wine from your “starter kit”. The daylong quaff will leave you altogether as exhausted, inspired, energized, and hungry at heart as the physical travail will render your muscles weak and wiggly. Having expended the last of your energy pushing the enormous grill through the ground-floor living room from the garage, and out to your small backyard patio, relax with another vino caldo while a single “starter kit” ribeye darkens and sweats above a small pyramid of glowing briquets. At ease, pick up your phone to check for messages from your girlfriend, mother, Nestor, or any of your old friends ready to let bygones be bygones, but do not lose faith when you discover—as you often do—that none of them need you. Instead, without so much as a second thought, and despite it being a dauntless Saturday evening line to toe, send a message to your new friend over Slack. Consider the swiftness of the reply—nearly immediate, as your phone screen will not have even dimmed to its pre-sleep power-saving stage—and if she is also drinking hot wine alone, hungry for steak.
The grill assembly bit was spot-on!