Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Nothing to say, and all day to say it. (Florida to Albuquerque)

I spent two weeks in Florida; improbably I managed to take not one photograph. My mom asked me to come out to help with a health issue, but within a week she had already resolved it. That left me pretty free to socialize with new friends, old friends, "new" relatives, and long-lost family.

This is not family. It's just a cleverly-positioned photo.
[Bo and Danny]

Have you done any of the DNA testing available? I just did 23andMe. I like genealogy, and this has given me more hours of fun than a Slinky. The service provides levels of privacy (I chose None: My Life is an Open Blog), and you can contact people who share DNA with you. Not like Craigslist - this is wholesome fun, buddy.

A new cousin threw her husband and three kids in the van and drove for three hours to meet us. She was adopted, and we were the first genetic relatives she had met. It was lovely and poignant.

Chica and her tongue.

People drove for hours to see me. That gets me in the feels. I was painfully social for a solid week, but each meeting was so rich that it was worth this introvert's discomfort.

I spent my birthday at the edge of the continent with my best friend from high school, Tammy. We have the rare friendship that picks up where we leave it off. 

This is not me at the beach.
[Rio Grande rafters in Truth or Consequences.]

I still travel lately, but at the end of the trip I sleep inside. Today I'm in Albuquerque, in a house with seven remotes next to the TV. Thank goodness I have internet. Tomorrow I'll be in TorC with a book.

Elephant Butte Lake from the other side. No, the other side.

Water levels in Elephant Butte are 14 feet higher than this time last year. These two shots are not comparative - they were taken the same evening.

Truth or Consequences is a snowbird destination, so by June things are pretty quiet. The bookstore, which serves as a social hub, is closed for four months. Friends have left for their northern homes (mostly Minnesota). The odd traveler is from Wisconsin, and I miss her.

Q: Why did this guy have to move along?
A: He was parked in a toad-away zone.

New friends Luanne, Lisa, and Sandy met me for lunch to talk about their RVing launch plans. I see from Facebook that Luanne finally got beyond the Florida state line! It doesn't matter which state it is, your hometown exerts gravitational pull that can keep you immobile for a lifetime.

Mew West.
My cousin, Joe, and I figured out we last saw each other 50 years ago. We hadn't changed a bit.

There is nothing to report about travel, love, or finances. Still, there's a fecundity of mind and spirit, I hope. I'm gestating great things, and not just that botfly larva under my hat.

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