WHERE THIS ONE STOPS, NO ONE KNOWS
When the SFC came to pick me up from the airport, she was wearing a dress. I had remarked in our conversations that I don't remember ever seeing her in a dress. She was in a cute little summer dress and she scooped my arm up and we quickly made our way to baggage claim.
It was like watching two little children who had gotten away with SOMETHING, skitter away. She gave a prepatory command, "Column left " and followed that with the order of execution, "MARCH!" Being in step as we were, we both turned at the same time and kept our stride.
We looked at each other and laughed. It felt like the same laugh that we shared when we literally were kids, shuffling mail at Headquarters Company on post. I still was in a state of disbelief. Because she was serious about beating the traffic back to her place, we made a beeline to her car.
There was lots of glances and plenty of giggles. Good chemistry is one of those things that either you have it or you don't. This is a case of us having good chemistry. It was so day one of our posting, and was still there. It felt like we had been together for 20 years, and just decided to finally become boyfriend and girlfriend!
Because her life is still going on, we would wake up the next morning to get down and move #2 from camp, and hang for a bit with #1 (which was maybe two steps or 30 seconds from being a local news story!!). So as far as being totally alone, that was 'moving day', when I landed at National Airport. And that was cool, because if we are going to do this, it would be better finding out if there were anything that may have rubbed things wrong in the equation early.
We caught up some more ... there wasn't much left that hadn't already been said, and we enjoyed our time together. Talked a lot about us and what we were looking forward to in our lives ...
JOINTS EXPAND WHEN THEY GET HOT
At the end of last month, I was set on going west. Betty mentioned the other day about how it can be unsettling to make a sudden change when you were working towards one thing for a good while. And maybe I wasn't 'turning a battleship around', but I had made the last course adjustment before my expected engagement ...
Digression ... I have always wondered how did the Japanese sneak across an ocean to bomb Pearl Harbor? Even as a kid, it seemed odd to me. I was watching the moive 'Tora! Tora! Tora!' on AMC for a moment this week. Very good movie, and the breakdowns in intelligence communications reminded me of the breakdowns regarding another sneak attack on the United States by a foreign interest. Nothing implied, just putting that out there, since I am using this 'battleship' thing as a vehicle to show how difficult it is to change direction when you are in the process of doing something.
As much talk about 'fuzzy feelings' that grace my entries, one of the notions that doesn't get a lot of airplay except in my mind, is how much I looked forward to being alone in Nebraska. My dream about the fair, did not include anyone other than me and my girls. That was for a reason. After I realized that I was still hung over Tee Jay, the idea that I could do this on my lonely came up. To adopt that as a philosophy was voted down by a narrow vote and that is when I figured I would take another chance on someone who I had known before.
I have thought about 'Nigeling' my life, being that happy guy for no particular reason, walking around town. To be able to move at my own pace, and to be free from the uncertaint emotions of someone else ...
... still sounds good to me. And it was something that I had thought out and came to terms with.
Time is funny in how it moves. Spent wisely, and you have plenty of it. Be foolish with it, and it runs through your hands like water from a faucet. I don't want to make a mistake.