A Little Wore Out

Been a long couple of days.

Last night I thought I was going to get off early since I started early. This was not to be; we got a call for a transport around one-thirty am. All said and done, I wasn't able to go off till around five-fifteen. Oh well, such is life.

On the way home I was able to get a few pictures. Unfortunately, with spring comes many, many flying insects that insist on attempting to resurface ones windshield. My camera was thinking I really wanted to get a picture of said dead bugs, and thus kept focusing on them. I wound up having to stick my arm outside.

Monument Valley at sunrise.

Early morning light on the monuments. And the roof of the VW.

I got home around seven, slept for an hour, then went to a doctor's appointment. I have a small growth on my wrist that I wasn't really worried about. However, on the ride home from Hawaii I happened to read an article about someone who died of skin cancer, and this of course freaked me the hell out. Luckily, the doctor didn't seem to worried about it, electing to attempt to freeze it off before doing something more invasive.

I have never played with liquid nitrogen, much less had it applied to my skin. It was...interesting. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would, but it wasn't exactly pleasant - not unlike getting a tattoo. On the plus side, now I know what frostbite feels like. It's supposed to take three to four weeks before the effectiveness can be determined, so we'll see what happens.

After the doctor, I got a few more hours sleep, then had to leave for Gallup. Unfortunately my iPod was dead, but I found a binder of CD's in the car so I got to listen to something other than Navajo drums/chants, which all start to sound the same after a half-hour.

The first state line I came across was Colorado. I had to stop and take a picture of the sign.

So...colorful...

Colorado is colorful, but around this part the only colors are white (snow in the winter) and dirt (the rest of the year). To actually see some color is I beleive at least another hour from this point.

The next state line was New Mexico, which is allegedly the "land of enchantment." I couldn't get a picture of the sign, but I did get one of the area not too far after.

Pictured: alleged enchantment.

It was not too long after taking the above picture that I had an experience that totally made my day. The first thing I saw was her rear end, and I wanted nothing more than to put my hands on it, to run a finger up and down, to caress and admire it with all the tactile sensation I could muster. Her curves were graceful, stance anticipatory, reputation well known. One could tell by a simple glance she needed someone with just the right touch; someone who could both let her be aggressive and use what she had, while at the same time control her in the way that she needed to be controlled.

She was sitting up, like it didn't matter who saw her bounce and sway to the road. People could see me looking, and I didn't care; I could imagine what she would smell and feel like if I was inside of her, and it was awesome.

She's a 1970 Plymouth Road Runner GTX, one of the best American muscle cars ever.

I wonder how much work she's had done.

After a while, she turned off, and left my sight. The remainder of the drive was a little boring but thankfully short after that. I arrived, unpacked, settled in, and waited for a call that would not come.

I brought a couple bottles of the meade (well, technically it's a melomel since it fermented with fruit) that I racked before leaving for Hawaii. I haven't really had a chance to taste it since I racked it, but I do remember it smelling and tasting a bit like orange juice that's gone bad, so I have taken to calling it "Orange Stank". I was going to get into it when I got off duty tonight, but since I've only had like five hours of sleep in the last thirty-two hours, and don't want anything to get in the way of just straight crashing for the next twelve hours or so.

I'll be here in Gallup for the next ten days. Hopefully Stacey and the girls can come out and see me this weekend if it's not too busy. It is nice to be close to liquor stores and a Walmart, though I never thought I would have uttered those words. It does make getting drunk and making bad decisions a bit easier, and makes getting drunk and making bad desicions in Walmart almost a necessity.