... ..heaven and earth ....January 15, 2005   There was a time, not so long ago, when I believed the Egyptian pyramids were built by aliens from outer space.  Not true.  They were built by Mexicans.  I reached this conclusion in October during the construction of my swimming pool and hot tub.   In just a few hours, under cover of darkness, two Mexicans dug a giant hole, formed it, spread gunite, and performed the finish work.  A spaceship full of nonunion Martians could not have accomplished as much in two months.  These thoughts occupy my mind as I sit in the hot tub tonight. The sky is cloudless, the air is cold.  The thick-walled spa is raised and round, seven feet in diameter.   The water is hot and bubbling like a cauldron.  A poorly aimed water-jet massages my dead-last chakra. I stare at the night sky.  Without my glasses, the moon puffs up, soft and spiky, like a dandelion before the wind blows.  Without my glasses, the stars are a mess.  The Belt of Orion looks like The Girdle of Edwina. The heavens confuse me.  My thoughts run to Albertson's checkout line and the coed ahead of me.  Her ass is peach-perfect.  Were it a temple, I would be its High Priest. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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