Sunday, September 15, 2013

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack: Gray

Eurythmics...


Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oooooh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
It's been gray and rainy for the entire three days since I got back home.  I missed the worst of it by a day (what with having returned home on the Thursday immediately after the referenced Wednesday below), to wit:
According to Accuweather.com Senior Meteorologist Mike Pigott, radar estimates showed that Roosevelt County received up to 4 inches of rain as of Wednesday afternoon as the showers continued.

“We have a lot of tropical moisture flowing into the region,” Pigott said. “There’s pressure from the Gulf of Mexico and the winds bring it into New Mexico. There’s very warm and humid air flowing into the region.”
This has been a strange and different summer here on The High Plains o' New Mexico.  I haven't ever seen a summer like this in my 11 years here in P-Ville and by that I mean it's been an inordinately wet summer with more rainfall than I've seen here, ever.  That's all well and good and we have no problem with that at all.  Rain is good and this summer's rainfall has gone a long, long way to mitigating the drought that has plagued us over the last few years.  Still and even, we're missing the brilliant blue, clear, and cloudless skies that we are accustomed to.  The pervasive grayness is affecting our mood, as well.  Over the past few days I've found myself wanting to "breathe in the open wind" like we did during the past three weeks.

Which brings us to this point: we're having some difficulty returning to our life as a self-imposed exile (in Portales!).  Our last three weeks have been chock-full of stimuli... an avalanche of new experiences, new places, new roads, new restaurants, new beer, yadda, yadda, yadda.  Not to mention the fact that we've been wrapped in the warm embrace of family and friends during that time, with all the good conversation and closeness therein.  So, here we are, back in our solitary life in a place that... for all its charms... is decidedly lacking in "new and different."  We're NOT burning in well at this point, which is to say I have this feeling that I should be doing SOMETHING besides "just being" and that's a weird and strange experience for me.

I'm wonderin' if my feelings are just a passin' sort of thing or if they're gonna be permanent.  I mentioned at some point during the past three weeks... tongue in cheek... that I might do that "sell everything I own, Part III" thing and move into one of the kids' guest rooms.  I'm beginning to think that's more of an option than I first thought.  OTOH... this, too, shall pass.  Mebbe.

12 comments:

  1. Better to die alone than be "gently" reminded everyday to put the cap back on the toothpaste tube and, btw, please remember to keep the sounds down to a tolerable level--or go headphone city for the rest of your life..

    (Although headphones are my fave way of listening--it's just that one can't do much else while doing that--''cept drinkin'... :)

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    1. Funny you should mention volume... as we have Dianna Krall blasting out of our speakers as we speak, neighbors be damned. ;-)

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  2. PS: And how soon before familial concerns for your health and longevity will transfer into the cigar Nazi routine...think about it..to later be followed by the inevitable: "It's for your own good, Uncle Buck, here, let us help you out of the car and up to the door of the "assisted living" facility--you'll grow to love it--they have such nice people there!"

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    1. Heh. Your points are well taken, Virgil. I'm not EVEN willing to give up my independence at this point in time. I have no fear of the cigar-Nazis, though. All of my kids are tolerant of my habits and most will join me in my indulgences. So, there's that.

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  3. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. As you say, it passes.

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    1. Thanks, Brian. I hope it passes quickly.

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  4. Well... I don't hope it passes. The events this morning make it clear to me, more so than ever, that life is short. I don't believe for a moment, that Buck or I (or our wives) would ever limit your activities (much... I would say that IF you brought home a friend, then she would need to be gone before the kids wake up. I believe you once had a similar request.)

    I really think the quality of life, here in Virginia could be much better.

    I love you Dad... think about the selling everything you own once again.

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    1. Thanks, Sam. There's inertia to deal with, too... and that's one of the most powerful forces in (human) nature. ;-)

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  5. Buck, your son is a very wise man. Life...she is too short.

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  6. I like Sam's thoughts or some comprise of sorts. I don't like for you to be alone so much. You need to be where you can live life to the fullest.

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    1. Good point, Lou. But see above.

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