The asterisk means it was actually After Dinner G&T Hour, mainly coz we're fresh out o' whiskey and haven't had time to make the journey out to Cannon Airplane Patch to re-supply... said circumstance which we'll prolly rectify tomorrow or Sunday, depending. But we digress. I heard this tune from Blind Faith this evening and it's a recent re-run but I don't care... coz I really like the song and it really fits tonite:
Come down on your own and leave your body alone.
Somebody must change.
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years.
Somebody holds the key.
But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted and I can't find my way home.
We've found our way home in the purely literal sense but we're definitely "near the end and wasted" in a psychological sense. Sorta. I'm not gonna try and put my finger on exactly why I'm feeling this way, I'll just fall back on the ol' "it is what it is."
In other news... So, there I was, sitting on the porch in the early afternoon today, taking a break from unpacking, enjoying a beer and a cigar, reading the WSJ, and generally mindin' my own bid'niz when this lissome blonde approaches from about two o'clock high and announces her presence thusly:
She: Hi! Do you live here?
Me: (With my patented Dumb Look) Yup!
She: Well, I'm your neighbor... my name is Linda.
Cutting to the chase and making a long-story short... Linda sat down with me for about 20 minutes (mebbe longer) and we traded the Reader's Digest version of our respective life stories. It turns out she's a new member of Eastern New Mexico U's faculty and is a speech pathologist, most recently from Newport Beach, California. We're reasonably close in age* and appeared to hit it off pretty well for a first meeting. I'm thinkin' there MIGHT be some potential here, with the caveat that I always think that way whenever a pretty girl smiles at me. Yeah, it's a weakness of mine.