I don't think I've ever had a particularly good Valentines Day, but I'll wish you all one anyway. Probably the best I had was a very awkward first date with a fellow waiter. I did have a very nice dream about our sexy chef last night (think James Dean crossed with Spike with a low southern voice). I think I was trying to talk him into bed when I woke up.
Of course that was after I had found the hurdy-gurdy from hell. In an ancient site, buried in a sarcophagus under the Mall of America, was a demonic mini-accordion. Anyone who picked it up, found they could play it like a dream; women swooned, men cried, babies spontaneously combusted...
Friday the 13th was uneventful, as always. 10 hours spent limping around at work, but no huge catastrophes. Except that the walls started pouring out water. I walked into the ladies room, and the ornate frame around the mirror was leaking enough water to soak my valentines day socks. When we took off the mirror, there was a fountain of warm water coming from a small hole in the wall. Well, at least it wasn't rivers of blood, right? Shades of Evil Dead.
Strange; my spell check passed right over hurdy, but had some problems with gurdy. Hmmm. (note: I do not usually use spell check, really, I just couldn't live with myself if I got sarcophagus wrong) (second note: I got it right, but messed up accordion. Whoda thunk?)
It's been raining for about a week straight now. I actually do like the rain; it's just that my bed is starting to get soggy! Just a bit, but I would really like a nice warm day so I could air it our before the mildew sets in. Oh well, if not, I am in the home stretch now.
I really am in the home stretch! How that thought makes me grin. I'll be out here for months still, but I am over the halfway mark, and have a clear end in sight. As much fun as I have been having, my nesting impulses are kicking in, and there is only so much you can do in truck bed that you have to keep unobtrusive. I long to strew my few belongings out in a 1500 square foot apartment. Think of all the space!
Last night I had a burning desire to drive to the ocean and sit on the beach as the rain came down and swelled the waves to gargantuan sizes and made little pockmarks on the sand. I didn't do it. For starters, I don't drive after dark (headlight issues right now; I didn't replace them quite as fabulously as I thought) and secondly, once I got good and soaked, I didn't have a nice warm place to come home to. All my clothes are a little damp, and very cold as well. So this is one of life's little pleasures that will just have to wait.
There's been more of those than I'd like to admit. Things I don't feel brave enough to do on my own, or things that I need a more extensive knowledge of the area to do, or things I need a home base for. Most of them involve vision-quest-style sitting by myself out in nature somewhere. It sounds good, but the reality has been scaring me off. I'm all about conquering my fears and all, but sometimes wisdom just wins out. Damn it.
Okay, back to work. Soggy socks are no excuse to sit on my ass.