” Can’t explain, there’s something strange about the early fall
It’s comfort leaving me without a care
I remain but everything around me hears the call
And tonight I feel a change in the air
The leaves are turning, soon they’ll fall
There’s a norther blowing in
The memories flowin’, I recall…”
No doubt. Fall has arrived in northern New England. Thursday night I ventured out to Wally World to get some steps in after spending two days indoors. And lead turning Pizza night. Wally World, and near as I can tell is the only place that carries ‘Motor City Pizza.”
I’ve long given up on delivery. By the time you pay the deliver fee, the this that and another fee then tip the driver you are out $40. For a FUCKING PIZZA.
Motor City Supreme is just under seven bucks. And delicious. And I can get three Fridays out of one pizza.
I Augment with Jalapenos, a little extra mozzarella, a dash of red pepper flakes, then some garlic powder. Add an additional 4 minutes to the cook time, and I am in Pizza heaven.
What the hell, it’s once a week.
So back to the beginning of the story.
I parked in the Wally World parking lot where I did when I worked there, actually closer to the Mexican restaurant on the Bath Road than Wally World. I was dressed in sweats and a winter hat and runners gloves.
The wind was whipping and it was cold as shit.
Getting home I stripped off the outer gear and told myself “We are back into Jacket weather.”
Hurricane Fiona was racing past and I had made a command decision I would go to Popham instead of Reid, and take the good camera and the tripod and see if I could get some get some good shots of the waves.
I was dressed for yardwork when the phone rang. My friend Gary, wanting to go for coffee in an hour.
I was going to mow and wack the lawn, then shower and go to Popham.
But I don’t get much socialization, and the Little Dog Café sounded good.
Right answer.
So in half hour I mowed the lawn, put in a load of laundry, took a shower, put on my clothes then a jacket, went outside and realized I really didn’t need a jacket, came back inside and stashed my jacket. Swapped the laundry to the drier. Put in another load. Got in the car and made it to Little Dog with a minute to spare.
Oh my goodness, the eyeball liberty was off the charts. C’mon, Midcoast Maine. Where are you hiding all these women?
In between talking work and friends and high school hijinks we’d talk each other onto the target rich environment.
Me saying “Incoming, four o’clock high” to Gary meant there was a hottie coming in from the street – walking, and just over his right shoulder.
He caught on pretty quick and was soon doing the same for me, because there is an entry in the back of the Café as well.
Shaw’s had baby back ribs for 1.99 a pound. If I had someplace to put them I’d have bought 5. But my cabinet freezer is full – of what I am unsure. Cabinet freezers are just a bad plan.
I have swore when I get my first paycheck from GD I am going straight to Lowe’s and buying a stand up freezer. One shelf for veggies, one shelf for fruit one shelf for chicken, one shelf for beef, one shelf for sundries.
First box of reference books arrives tomorrow. Second box is still in process.
No joy on the call to HR yesterday. Voicemail and no callback. It would be cool as shit if I could start a week from Monday, but the wheels in large organizations turn……very……slow….ly.
I am reminded of my introduction to NAVAIR. The guy I ostensibly worked for told me “the hardest thing for you fleet guys to get through your head is that NOTHING happens today.”
In the fleet you are given a task, and it is handled within the hour. If it takes two days, you are slacking. At NAVAIR, dealing with lazy ass civilians, you were lucky to get anything done in a month. Eventually you start accepting it, and start getting almost as lazy as the civilians – thus NAVAIR has been a retirement feeder program for retiring fleet guys.
It’s late. I’m sleeping in tomorrow. If I can, which is always questionable. Three months on the Vampire shift still wreaks havoc with my sleep patterns.
”There’s something talkin’ in the wind
Whispering through the trees
That feeling in my bones again
Just puts me right at ease
It takes me back to all the times
I’ ve been here before
But crossroads, old familiar signs
Tell me there’s something more
Can’t explain, there’s something strange about the early fall
It’s comfort leaving me without a care
I remain but everything around me hears the call
And tonight I feel a change in the air
The leaves are turning, soon they’ll fall
There’s a norther blowing in
The memories flowin’, I recall
Those changes in the wind
But I can never try to understand
There’s nothing you can hold in your hand
Can’t explain, there’s something strange about the early fall
It’s comfort leaving me without a care
I remain but everything around me hears the call
And tonight I feel a change in the air
Yes I’ll surely feel a change in the air…”
-Clint Black “A Change in the Air.”
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