"Never leave on your own ...

Where you're from and where you're goin'
I know these things like I know you hate me now." ~ Uncle Tupelo, Chicamauga.


Sorry for the long hiatus. Things snuck up on me.

Work sent me to San Antonio for a week. I went in sort of ambivolent and returned rejuvinated, recalling just why this field I am in now is the absolute right choice for me. I may have even met a potential suitor. Or at least, he's calling and emailing several times a day. It's a foreign concept at this time.

There was also a Memorial Day Weekend camping trip on the beach. I had never been to the Texas coast before this but will now make it a point to return. We actually camped feet from the water, right on the beach!

Here's a small taste of the beauty along with one of the boogie boards we took along:



Somehow, I managed to get another potential date out of the camping trip too. Covered in a sandy patina and smelling like some murky mix of seaweed and sunscreen, a guy found me attractive and funny enough to ask out. I don't know. I am mystified, but then again, I live with me all the time.

As I told the big boss when she asked if I would consider working in a higher capacity in our field, "Who knows what the future holds?"