I read the papers this morning
I saw your photograph
You look good in the movie
It must be so much fun.
Letter from Spain
From someone I once knew
Letter from Spain.
I got a letter this morning
(You’re doing very well)
Postmark said it was from Spain
(Never thought you’d have the time)
Your writing is so very strange
(To think of me and write)
I guess it always was that way
(I’m glad you’re doing fine).
Letter from Spain
From someone I once knew.
Letter from Spain
From someone I once knew.
Letter from Spain
From someone I once knew
Letter from Spain.
Well here I am at almost midnight. I attempted to go to bed, but sleep eludes me.
Certain songs get trapped in a loop in my brain, so in that sweet spot between awake and asleep this tune came on and wouldn’t stop.
Audrey is back in my head again. I am closer and closer to just calling. Just to hear her voice and know she is all right. It is stupid. It is probably not good for her. It is self serving and selfish. But I will most likely do it anyway.
I made a list of tasks I will get accomplished this week. Among them are making a trip up to ‘Salem’s Lot and retracing the path I used to take when I was a lifeguard. The bridge across the Androscoggin has been replaced and I have yet to see it. Then on to LL Bean to return Christmas gifts from the past four years.
Even though we have a tacit agreement to not exchange gifts between adults, my mother insists on buying me a polar fleece shell every year. Always in a color that there is no way in hell I would ever wear. Black, grey, or forest green are the only colors I wear as outerwear. The great thing about Beans is they take back everything, even if it is used. Of course they only give you in store credit. But I am sure I can find something in there to buy.
Tuesday I will finally make a decision about quitting my current gym and joining the Cross Fit place. The appeal is that it is ridiculously competitive, but all of my former shipmates love it. The scary part is I am not 25 anymore.
There is a phrase used in tactical aviation: “It is better to die than to look bad.” I suppose I am afraid of looking bad.
Wednesday it is off to C&R Trading Post to pick up the lower receiver for my M-4. My A3 upper receiver is backordered. I’d combine that with the trip to Bean’s since it would be on the way but they are closed Monday and Tuesday.
Tomorrow I am starting the ultra low carb diet. Not that I have been an ultra high carb diet, but my bagels and English muffins are in the trash. The pasta in my pantry will either got that way or I will give it my sister or parents.
I went to GNC today to pick up some vitamins, expecting to see the same uber-buff mouth-breather I see there every other time I go.
Oh no!
Absolutely stunning little girl was working the counter.
I was trying to be nice and polite. She is way too young for me to hit on, but I was trying to figure out how sex with her would even work. She was so tiny, almost doll-like.
Everything was proportional, nice little hourglass shape.
She was very knowledgeable about their products. Talked me onto the MCT oil that was on sale.
Reminds me I am still alive.
I did some rudimentary due diligence in my job search endeavor. Another job popped up at BIW. Project manager in the Program office. When I worked there, that was my objective. To get back into program management.
Drawback is the job is only listed for a week. That is BIW code for we already have someone, so don’t bother applying. The other drawback is it is in EVM. Something I have done before but don’t find particularly interesting. But, just to get a paycheck. Paychecks are nothing but spending money. I am already 1/10th of the way there in saving what I need to get requalified to fly. And that is just saving from my Navy retirement.
It is amazing how little we actually need to get by. My retirement is less than 1/4 of what I could be making (on top of my retirement) if I had stayed in Maryland.
One of the things that was going around in the hamster wheel of my brain was whether I could build up enough hours to get my CFI and start freelance instruction. I can guarantee I would put out some of the best private pilots on the planet. Military training methods are serious as a heart attack. Before I even get into that SR-22 I will know everything about the aircraft and the airspace I operate in.
Try as I may, try as I might. I cannot figure out who the babyfaced gorgeous blonde is…
Have I mentioned that I have a weakness for gorgeous babyfaced blondes? I probably have.
Letter from Spain. From someone I once knew.
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