Had to go out to the airplane patch base this morning and feed the vampires again. One of the tests for my biennial physical requires me to fast before blood is drawn; on my previous visit I didn’t fast and wasn’t smart enough (or dumb enough…you decide) to lie about the fact. I was instructed by the med tech to come back later in the week and “we’ll do it again.” OK, you’re the boss. So, up at the crack of mid-morning, stumble to the shower, complete the rest of my ablutions, get in the car and motor on out to the base. The motoring public had NO idea what sort of menace was on the roads… I never do anything, and I mean anything, before I’ve had my morning coffee. Conversation is damned near impossible, thought is difficult, and here I was: driving with zero caffeine content. There must be a law against this sort of behavior.
First stop after leaving the hospital clinic: The Casa de Café at the Base Exchange. Extra-large mocha with a double shot of espresso. I could literally feel myself getting back to normal as I drank the coffee. How strange.
Anyway. I should have taken the camera with me. We’re under another “wind advisory” today and Boy, is it ever brutal out there! How bad is it? See for yourself:
If I’d taken the camera, I would have posted some interesting shots. There are HUGE dust clouds on the horizon, assuming one can actually see the horizon. The air is a dirty tan color. The dust is so bad in places visibility drops to a couple of hundred feet or less. It’s difficult to walk in the wind. All the jets at Cannon are in the hangars; the flight line is empty. I’ll be inside the rest of the day, for sure. It’s not fit for man or beast outside. And Thank God it’s not hot, as I absolutely must keep all the windows and vents closed. Even so, the dust still manages to get in through the cracks. OK, I’m done “observing.”
Haven’t posted a song of the day for a while, and it’s not because I haven’t been listening, it’s more like I’ve just been ultra-lazy about noting songs that make the cut. I listened to a Stones compilation while going to and fro this morning, and this song sounded particularly good…good enough to be a song of the day!
Song of the Day
Song: Beast of Burden
Artist: Rolling Stones
Album: Some Girls
Year: 1978
Source: My Stuff
Makes Me Think of & etc.: The year I got married for the second and last time, it was. It was also the year I played the bachelor card for all it was worth, almost had my Air Force career terminated abruptly (names and situations are withheld to protect the guilty), made friends and influenced people (hah!), and just generally had the literal time-of-my-life…it don’t get no better than that. (PS: Be sure to read the “Some Girls” link, above. Some great gossipy notes in that write-up!)
Lyrics:
I’ll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it’s a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I’ll never be your beast of burden
I’ve walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I’m not too blind to see
I’ll never be your beast of burden
So let’s go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I’m not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You’re a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I’ll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There’s one thing baby
That I don’t understand
You keep on telling me
I ain’t your kind of man
Ain’t I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain’t I tough enough
Ain’t I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! ooh! please
I’ll never be your beast of burden
I’ll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I don’t need no beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I think I'd rather have snowstorms instead of dust storms.
ReplyDeleteI've had similar thoughts, Laurie. While you don't have to shovel dust, you certainly DO have to clean it up after all is said and done. And I cannot emphasize enough how much the damned stuff gets into everything...
ReplyDeleteI remember days in Lubbock that you could not see across the street due to the red dirt. We are having howling winds here in OK too. Usually we do not get the dirt, but I think we are getting some of your dirt from Eastern NM.
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