Neanderpundit

When you knew you were in the shit? When you knew that the first job of the day would also be the last, because it was going to be obscenely difficult? When the fire in your guts would require a half roll of rolaids to quench? When the end of your day would be so sweet by comparison that you knew you’d fall asleep grinning just to have survived it?

And it all goes well? When you can connect two wires and the system comes online and begins to work like wildfire? When an utterly unexpected confluation allows everything to function as desired without six hours of swimming through mire? When you actually manage to get something accomplished before noon, and then go on to get something completely unexpected accomplished AFTER noon?

I don’t get many days like that, but I’ll take ’em. Yesterday was one. It was unspeakably tasty. I hope I don’t have to wait around for the other shoe to drop.

aside from the usual foulness and snark, a thick, salty wanderlust.

From the moment I was old enough to move on my own, I always wanted to be elsewhere. I wanted to be in motion, and i little cared where that motion would lead.

I have anchored myself firmly to a family, and nothing will change that, but the type of job I do, travelling to a different place every week, sometimes sleeping in a different state each night, attenuates the wanderlust. I also have the opportunity to wander further at times, I have set foot on a couple different continents, and it felt good, felt right.

I often think that in the october of my life, if I make it that long, when the Oglet has moved on to her own life and family, when the Ogwife is sick to death of the stink of me, I think I might throw a pack in the back of the truck and drive until I can go no more, get on a plane or a boat and go further, possibly even strap my big ass to a rocket just to get off the planet, if only for an hour.

None of this has ever been a running away; I’m perfectly happy with the place I am and the places I’ve been, but the desire to go places, to see new things, to drink in the smells and sights and sounds of new vistas no matter how mundane, is as strong in me as the urge to mate.

one of my favorite songs, “Light My Fire” by Jose Feliciano. Robby Krieger wrote it, and Jim Morrison stumbled hid way through it,. but Jose makes it grab you by the balls and squeeze.

The guitar work is incredible, the voice is great, the arrangement is amazing. yeah, it took a rock ballad and turned it into elevator music. I like where this elevator is going, though.