Just got back from my second session with the new counselor. But I'll get to that later. For now I want to announce that it is brown soup out there.
We are currently in what is known as Spring Breakup! Woohoo!
The daytime temps are between 40 and 60. Nighttime not so warm yet, as the thermometer is still dipping down to the 20s or even zero, but we are promised, have been promised for a month now, that those dips are limited and our forecasts are for clear, sunny weather!
That doesn't count, I suppose, the last two blizzards we endured this past week or so, and I'm still slipping and sliding on the messy, icey, porch coverings leftover from those surprise winter-wannabe attacks.
The snow is wet, like we don't usually get here in the desert. It is formable and inviting to be molded into snow balls... I just missed getting beaned myself the other day when I picked up my new glasses.
People are picking their heads up again, after a winter of keeping ducked down inside parka hoods, donning sunglasses and big grins that flash as bright as our returning Sun King.
And we are randy. Very randy.
Why, just last week I saw a guy at the store that had long curly hair, about my age I'm guessing, and he looked just like Jean-Hughes Anglade from the French movie, Queen Margot, and I almost threw the truck in park and chased him down, right there, in the parking lot tackling him to the ground.
So what if one leg was shorter than the other one? We're all the same size laying down.
And just now, at the post office ... my gawd, there was this looker climbing down out of a big truck in his Carharts, with a long braided pony tail down his back and he went in to get his mail, while I blasted the last of a Led Zeppelin song to its chorus; he climbed back up into his rig, I went in to get my mail and ... he waited to see me come out, to get a frontal view ... and he still waited, till the song came to its window-shattering conclusion ... and then I realized, he was eating a snack, graham crackers, not looking at me, not like that.
I grinned at my foolishness as I through the truck in reverse to make a quick escape, but for a couple of seconds there, I was feeling pretty all right, you know? Like I was going to make it out of this hellhole after all. It didn't matter whether or not the flirt was genuine, what mattered was that it entertained me briefly and in that captured moment of possibility, I realized I was ready to join the party again.
And with that admission, the announcement of spring randy celebration, and rabbits and arctic hares criss-crossing my yard, some leaving giant footprints as big as my own in the melting snow ... it must be time to make my move to the new and improved site, with a new domain name claimed by my own flag, thanks to the artistic and computer genius of the Mighty T, I hereby put up the detour sign to the new neighborhood: