I love me some Faith Hill. Oh hell, truth is I love tall gorgeous blondes.
I was sleeping peacefully in my now air-conditioned bedroom when the phone rang at 8am. I almost didn't answer. I've been fooled by the ringing phone at strange times before.
It was my friend Glen who was working in his garage and decided to go for breakfast and wanted know if I was up for it.
Since my time in the Navy I have noticed it takes me a long time to get moving. While taking care of Mireya and working at BIW I had to get up an hour and a half early just to get all the synapses firing. No more of the phone call, up and in the flight suit and boots and briefing for a flight after three minutes. What a drag it is getting old. But better than the alternative.
I got dressed and had a cup of coffee before leaving. I was still foggy backing out of the garage.
We went to the Fair Cafe. Oh gawd, if ever in Topsham Maine, skip it by all costs. I used to say it was hard to screw up breakfast. They proved me wrong. Glen sent his eggs benedict back and switched to over easy. He also sent his English muffins back twice. My omelet was rubbery and the home fries tasted like fish.
Insult to injury is it was twice as expensive as our usual place. Won't be back.
It is 430pm and I am still avoiding writing the paper for class. I suppose I am waiting for the moment of panic to come. But 5-8 pages double spaced. How hard can this be? I have an outline - so it is just a matter of putting words to the page, formatting and making references.
On the way back from breakfast I decided to take the long way home and drove down through the islands. Awesome drive. At 930am there was no traffic, so I set the cruise control, rolled down the windows and enjoyed the drive. It is incredibly gorgeous here this time of the year.
Once home I watched the last three episodes of "House MD." Still my favorite series of all time. Since then I have been watching the news shows and staring at the clock.
Master of procrastination. I wasn't always this way.
While on my drive I realized it has been 11 years since I left the fleet. Since I flew. The kids in boot camp right now were 7 years old when I "got my watch." I was over the 20 year mark and was eligible to retire. If I had waited for my board results life would have taken a dramatic turn. It took a dramatic turn anyway, but not in the same way.
Time marches on.
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