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Woke to a text from GK asking if I'd care to ride with her on a small out-of-town errand in about two hours. I said YES with alacrity. Then I sprang to action...well, as I do it, it's more like the tortoise than the hare. But I managed to find proper clothes and shoes--it's been house-slippers and schmatte since March--and have a bite of breakfast, since GK's text was basically the first thing I saw when I focused my eyes this morning--another term I use loosely--after I got seven hours continuous sleep.
I've started playing one of the ten-hour long rain/thunderstorms available on YouTube, and it makes such a difference. I know it's utterly illogical, but while I don't miss the Florida humidity, not one bit, I *do* miss the rain. For most of my life, I've expected torrential downpours every afternoon at two. Not here. The meteorologists here all say in hushed tones how many tenths of an inch of rain some area may have gotten.
Not today, though. It was a beautiful day, just sky and cactus...no, not actually, except maybe some median plantings, IDK. The horizon is a long way off, because the air is so clear. Those spatterings of rain, though, have greened up the sandy and scrub expanse. There are patches of cultivation, neat rows of green showing a tractor has mowed something--probably chiles.
A couple of her ASFS pals moved from Albuquerque to the nearby town of Los Lunas, where they'll be living with family. She loaned them her dollies (which she's needed for her costuming business, and she freely loans them out) for the relocation and went it out to get it back on her day off, with me.
This was literally the first time I've been out of the house/off the property since early March. So it was a surprise to see some construction just down the main drag--imagine my squee, we're getting a Starbucks! Literally right around the corner from me. Not that I've had a chance to indulge that particular vice much, even before lockdown. But as an agreeable change of scene for a quiet half-hour? Heavens, yes. I can always get enthusiastic about chai. After retrieving the convenience conveyances, she treated us both to Starbucks, huzzah. Had a Smores Creme Frapp--(SBJB, I hold you responsible if Starbucks closes my arteries. I'd never encountered Starbucks until I shacked up with you. But you were a gracious hostess--you tolerated me cooking in your kitchen, and the ever-creeping mass of my stuff.)
Anything, I had cold heavy cream and sugar with velvety chocolate undertones. Heaven in a cup.
All in all, a lovely day out.
Hope you're well. Live long and prosper!
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I've started playing one of the ten-hour long rain/thunderstorms available on YouTube, and it makes such a difference. I know it's utterly illogical, but while I don't miss the Florida humidity, not one bit, I *do* miss the rain. For most of my life, I've expected torrential downpours every afternoon at two. Not here. The meteorologists here all say in hushed tones how many tenths of an inch of rain some area may have gotten.
Not today, though. It was a beautiful day, just sky and cactus...no, not actually, except maybe some median plantings, IDK. The horizon is a long way off, because the air is so clear. Those spatterings of rain, though, have greened up the sandy and scrub expanse. There are patches of cultivation, neat rows of green showing a tractor has mowed something--probably chiles.
A couple of her ASFS pals moved from Albuquerque to the nearby town of Los Lunas, where they'll be living with family. She loaned them her dollies (which she's needed for her costuming business, and she freely loans them out) for the relocation and went it out to get it back on her day off, with me.
This was literally the first time I've been out of the house/off the property since early March. So it was a surprise to see some construction just down the main drag--imagine my squee, we're getting a Starbucks! Literally right around the corner from me. Not that I've had a chance to indulge that particular vice much, even before lockdown. But as an agreeable change of scene for a quiet half-hour? Heavens, yes. I can always get enthusiastic about chai. After retrieving the convenience conveyances, she treated us both to Starbucks, huzzah. Had a Smores Creme Frapp--(SBJB, I hold you responsible if Starbucks closes my arteries. I'd never encountered Starbucks until I shacked up with you. But you were a gracious hostess--you tolerated me cooking in your kitchen, and the ever-creeping mass of my stuff.)
Anything, I had cold heavy cream and sugar with velvety chocolate undertones. Heaven in a cup.
All in all, a lovely day out.
Hope you're well. Live long and prosper!
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