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Every once in a while writing in this thing turns into an annoyance so rather than bang out some obligatory dribble I just take a pass. Texting with a friend tonight as she watched the election while I did anything else I caught some shit about my lack of content and this is as good a distraction as any.
I currently have a week off the road to catch up on some things and prepare for a big couple weeks ahead. With all of this time on my hands I need to get a lot done and typing here just doesn’t top my list. We are currently experiencing a little problem in the old folks home in which we live where the radiant in floor heat seems to be acting up. Even with the windows open the temperature is a balmy 80 degrees so the landlord needs to get on this shit asap. I took a conference call in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts attempting to remain comfortable on a cold and blustery day.
Roomie and I are definitely on the lower end of the age curve in this place as the temps in the common areas confirm. This is a quiet building which is great but if things go as predicted I’ll have plenty of time getting used to constant warmth. Side note: my roommate needs to remain unnamed as he is currently talking to an old flame who happens to hate me from a version of this very site from 20 years ago. That is a long story for another time but I’m not going to mess up his deal by releasing any old cats from older bags.
In other news I successfully rode out a tornado warning last week. I got in to St. Louis just after midnight Wednesday err… technically Thursday and passed out in my clothes. I was rudely awakened at 2:30 am by the tornado alerts going off on my phone and watch and faint sirens coming from outside. I was so tired that I just decided that I’ve had a pretty good run and if its my time its my time. At least the cadaver team would find me fully dressed so that would be a positive. The next morning the lobby was buzzing with talk of taking shelter in the middle of the night on the first floor. I just smirked as I waited for my car…
*picture from the week before last heading home from the Pacific Northwest.
On my way back from a fun and productive but long week I was seated next to a living ball of energy. It was my last leg after a two hour layover in Minneapolis and I was just ready to get home when an impossibly loud human wearing a foam cheesehead plopped down in the seat next to me. She was all of 30 years old and it was her first time being upgraded to the front of the bus. Two champagnes in and she could not be stopped.
I learned a lot about her life in that hour long flight and at one point I committed to going to the casino with her and her pack of girlfriends in the back of the plane. They were staying near the airport, heading to a casino that night before driving down to Indiana for the Eras tour. Two of the girls were from Wisconsin hence the foam cheddar and the others were from Minnesota and Illinois. I was involved in a large number of one sided drunken pictures but I didn’t want to take away from this Childs excitement. I dodged that bullet by excusing myself while she waited for the rest of the group to deplane. It might have been fun but dragging my luggage around a casino whilst interacting with a pack of 30 year olds in my home town just didn’t feel right. Plus if I got up to any shenanigans I would have been in clear violation of the pact I made with my eldest child which requires a minimum 10 year cushion between her current age at any given time and the age of anyone I interact with… more than fair.
And now I still feel like I’ve plopped out an obligation but at least there’s something on the digital page.