Oh, no! Auntie Em? Auntie Em? Obviously, I didn’t take this picture; it was taken on this date one year ago. Unlike the rest of the slap-dash assortment here at OutsideIn. I take ’em and some are good and some are just a blurry mess as I struggle to learn digital SLR technology without reading the manual. You want beautiful photos go visit my favorite CSI agent/photographer, SRP, at Melange .
Anyway, it was on the WeatherUnderground, one of my favorite websites. I LOVE weather. It’s in my bio right next to potatoes. Love it, love it, love it. I lubba da weather. (I don’t lurve it. I don’t lurve anything.That could give me diarrhea.) The idea of weather fascinates me. Clouds, storms, rain, under-the-ocean weather. Very interesting stuff. If I find out I can go to weatherperson school without re-taking the math portion of the GRE I might become the oldest woman to graduate from meterology school who’s still in menopause. Then I’ll have Jen do my hair and become one of those perky little weather girls who giggle at the guy who does the sports news.
This fascination with weather doesn’t extend to being out in it. I’m a real wheeny in extreme temperatures. Anything below 30 and above 80 is unacceptable. Did I mention that I’m back at Panera’s in St. Petersburg, where it’s 93 degrees at 9am. And climbing. Yak. So, my time online is limited because there are no plugs in Panera’s so I’m only as good as my battery.
I want to take some of my battery time to thank you ALL for the incredible response to yesterday’s post. You people are wonderful to take the time to send good wishes to a stranger, who is out in some of the worst weather in the world, doing what he does for you. At least, in theory, for you. I’m not oblivious to the politics of this war and we discuss them among ourselves but I made a decision a while ago to stay pretty low profile and by and large, bite my tongue. Most of this family is stridently anti-Bush and what we see as the amoral policies of this administration. I couldn’t work in my profession and not feel strongly that our inability to care for and about our weakest and most under-represented members of society is horrifying and, to my mind, sinful.
But when Bill was home for the brothers father’s internment service at Arlington in March and the family was starting to rant politics I looked at him, sitting quietly, knowing he was leaving soon at a time in his life when, by rights, he should be retired and enjoying time with his family. Well, that’s when it started to feel self indulgent to rant. That conversation ended when Bill said quietly, "I serve at the pleasure of my President" and it was clear he wasn’t talking about a particular president. In 30 years of service in Special Forces, he’s seen them come and go. But this work that he does: it’s his job, he’s a logistician and he does it well. And he believes he does it for you and me.
So, again, I want to thank you all so very much. I’ll try to get around to everyone and say a personal thanks (the least I could do, plus there are new people I want to "see") but how long I can endure the smell of burnt coffee and greasy bread here at Panera’s is questionable. I’m only operating at 68% and I’m off to find who I can.
And then- yippee- FG should arrive here in the armpit of the nation, too, and we will have a happy, happy, HOT, very HOT reunion and celebrate our anniversary a couple days late. If there’s anytime left over I’ll finish a little post on the trials and tribulations of the "almost grown" and take some butterfly pictures at the butterfly garden.
I know what Jen is doing today, and I certainly hope Jay is doing some reading…what are the rest of you up to today?