Cranky Large Medium reading, 1 August

Go away.

Why aren't you on your way away? Do you have something against leaving a poor anchorist alone? I mean, for crying out loud! How hard is it to walk past -- and not through -- a gate that says "private property"? Well? Well? Oh, I see, you came here on purpose. You weren't just ambling past and following an impulse, but rather you deliberately sought to disrupt this solitary life I had. And for what? A reading. Sheesh. I suppose you won't leave until you get what you want, either, so, the sooner I give you one, the sooner you'll be gone. So, here you are:

You rely seldom on logic, but more on "intuition," such as it is; put cats to shame with your fussiness; and are completely reckless and foolhardy. You are fond of outdoor sports and travel, and your health insurance is likely to be cancelled as a result of your pursuit of this. You like children... no, wait, let me look again... you are like a child. Your parents want you to, someday soon, be able to grow up and take responsibility for your own actions.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But such is life. When you reach maturity, you'll find that those little disappointments are natural, and you'll roll with them. And, on the positive side, even now, you probably can roll. That puts you in a better position than these people, all of whom, on this date in history, rolled into their graves: Flavius Iustinus, Shimazu Tadahisa, Cosimo de' Medici, Weetamoo, Queen Anne, Kooweskoowe, Richard Kuhn, Otto Heinrich Warburg, Tadeus Reichstein, Philip Abelson, Lorenzo Valla, Simon Grynaeus, Peter Faber, William Joseph Behr, Paddy Chayefsky, Bob Thaves, Johnny Burnette, John Ogdon, Strother Martin, Frances Farmer, Eva Bartok, Patrick Depailler, Korey Stringer, John Walker, Martha Jane "Calamity Jane" Cannary Burke, John Riley Banister, Lydia Litvyak, Gary Powers,

and Tommy Makem.

Farewell to you.
Happy birthday, anyway.
And happy birthday to Colorado, admitted to the Union on this date in 1876.