The 2007 stray / 17 mile returnee home in 2013.... he has a g/f. They lay in the yard / driveway / road together, go off in the woods together, lay side by side at night. Sad they can't get it on though... Window Cork accidentally grabbed him one morning when she was getting her brother's dog and cousin's (breeding was intentional) to be fixed. Truth told, he needed to be fixed though. He is the one dog remaining after BiLs dog died and Ty disappeared in Spring 2015. The comical part is they argue (bark / growl) about every night. I guess there is a justice of the peace for dogs somewhere in these parts. Lately he has been staying on the porch and she is in the neighbor's yard, several hundred yards away. Good thing they ain't got no puppies.
Things are coming along smoothly with the DC gal. She enjoyed a day of fishing... even baited her own hook unless it was a worm. She brought a picnic basket for the day... put a lot of time and detail into it. Quite impressed.... except for the wine she brought. Excellent idea but drinking in a National Park.... no jail time but Jesus H. Christ they fine you about $1200. To pour salt in the wound, they make you empty the bottle(s) right then and there. You'd think they'd at least let you finish what you brought, after all, the fine still stands. Tried to show her how to gut a fish.... "I'll cook if you clean 'em" LOL .... fair enough.
We took a trip to the beach awhile back. Lucked up and missed most of the rain. Had a great time. Was able to venture out a couple nights after she passed out. Nothing like pontificating at the beach. 3AM, Pink Floyd, etc... the usual. Hard to fathom it's been roughly 30 years ago. Felt eerie seeing a couple teens walking on the beach, slowly due to the fact they were making out every third step. Talk about reflection overload. Back then... pop was alive, "mom" was, Angie. Jeff is but... we may speak every five years. Life goes on... no schit.
Was able to find a bar which carried Ngoma beer! "I wanna try it!" Three of those and I almost carried her to the car. $25 a six pack now. Eight Ngomas and you see Led Zep playing in the ocean.... stay away from the ocean! We did venture into the Wally World late at night... see all kinds. We agreed I cook breakfast, light lunch and go out for dinner. Was a nice bar near the room, had kick arse Boston cover band one night. One cover did Loverboy's -Heaven in your Eyes- .... was a very nice slow dance. Bartender and I spoke a bit one night.... -thought she might have been your daughter till you had your hand on her arse- Not quite used to this.... being I spent two decades dating older women.
Walking on the beach was nice... it's about the only thing that has not changed. The old 1-2-3 story mom n pop hotels are all but gone.... replaced by 18-story high rises. I get the fact of purchasing land and maximizing profits but.... plus the huge billboards and flashing lights. There were triggers.... not to 2nd love though. I dug a hole big enough to fit my fat arse into... DC slide in between my legs and drifted off to the waves crashing. Romantic.... yes. Waking to each other... yes. Hearing 47 kids screaming at 6AM...... nooooo.
One thing I did learn, DC is competitive. Putt putt ... never heard a female say -I can't believe I missed that fvcking hole- Course being a guy, I ad-libbed and... she was not overly amused. Okay.... Chuck this sounds like an awesome mini vacation, right? Anytime I vacation or lived a good distance away.... I always called and let mom know I was okay and / or enjoying myself. Can't do that anymore. Bothered me more than I thought it would. Old habit I guess. Life's all about change. Grass will always be green, sky will always be blue.... everything changes.
I made sure to stop at the very same gas station I always have since 1996. It's right off I-75 before Atlanta. Go in, use bathroom, grab a $10 ticket. Have always won, at least the $10 back. Most I won was $500. This time.... just won $12, $2 if you count the ticket. The store is on my "therapy road." Nice hour's drive, not far away but quite a few small town speed traps. One town -you are entering xxxx- you can hold your breath and see -you are leaving xxxx- before you exhale. Only in the South.
All in all... it's been a good summer, would have been great if not for....... Was amazed when DC got on to me about not keeping my skillets seasoned. -Stop wiping the grease out- Was amused at DCs reaction to my clothesline out back -I think you've lost your damn mind- "If I was 24... I'd have said the same thing." DC still thinks chopping wood, knife tossing and push mowing a huge yard with a riding mower in the garage is a bit weird.... but I'm cool with that. I may change one day... but I doubt it.
On a lighter note.... looking forward to following the last broadcasts of Vin Scully... 67 years. Ever since I can remember, Scully's voice was announcing baseball games. Peete Rowse, Steeve Garrvey, Dayle Muurfey. Baseball... 35 year love affair. 2nd love swore baseball was my mistress. One by one... all the players I watched as a child through HS, all have retired a good while back. Quite a few have passed on. I can still see Joe Niekro spinning his knuckleball, Tug McGraw closing out a game, Mark Belanger starting a double play, and Tony Gwynn slapping out another hit. 67 years is more than enough Mr. Scully... thank you for the many summers you captivated my consciousness with stories from long before I came along. October 2 will be his final game.
Van Hagar 5150 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STVcNX7anGU