Hello all from the far East...US. It is beautiful here! Everything is in bloom, the trees have that new-Spring green and there are bushes literally covered with flowers. I'd tell you what they are, but I really don't care what they are.
The traffic here in Virginia is a trip! Speed limit says 55, but I think that that is the minimum speed. I might be doing 75 and have people passing me right and left and a line of cars on my tail...and that in on the side roads. When I get on the freeways, that's when things speed up! I have no idea what the buildings around me look like because I go by them so fast just trying to keep from being run over by the cars. The traffic in West Texas is slower and the speed limit there was 80 mph. And it may be illegal to text while driving, but every third car has a driver who is texting...especially when the traffic gets heaviest. Seems that the heavier the traffic, the more texting people need to get done. So let's just say that it is thrilling to drive in this area of the country.
The dancing is at a much higher level than I've grown used to. I can see where my own dancing suffers from disuse. I used to know a lot more than I remember. But before any of my past partners think too harshly of me or your own dancing, in my opinion, dancing at a high level is no more fun than dancing at an intermediate level. In fact, I think there is more time for spirit to spirit connection. It is fun, though, to brush up on my skills so that I can carry it on to those I teach.
I now have a new rear tire on my motorcycle. I had no idea how much tread the tire was supposed to have on it...but there is much more tread on this tire than what was on the old one. I needed one, even though there was still tread on the old one, because there was a nail embedded in it. For those who don't know this, motorcycle tires my bike uses are tubeless and with very stiff side walls so they don't tend to blow out. If they get a hole in them, they slowly deflate and the sidewalls are designed to hold the bike up. Now, it is still dangerous to get a flat on a bike, but abrupt flats are very rare. The front tire still has some tread left so I'm thinking that I'll wait a little longer before I replace it.
While I have been hanging around bike shops these last few days, I've had three different mechanics tell me that the knocking/ticking noise that I've been hearing from the engine area of the bike is just an exhaust leak. This confirms what three other people have told me in the past so I think I will stop being concerned about it. Sure, the bike is totally silent, but it is pretty darn quiet, and it runs strong. A beautiful machine! Again, Thank you so much for your gift, Guy Baker of Fontana, Ca. By the way, if you happen to be in the DC area and need motorcycle repair done, I think that I have found the best bike shop in the country: Brooks Motorcycle Repair in Chantilly, Va. Jason, the owner, is very friendly and professional. In fact, everyone there was friendly and professional. The one guy who changed my tire had to work about 75 minutes on my bike and they charged me $83 for the work. I don't know if that price was high or low, but the work, combined with watching such a well-run shop work, was worth the money. I don't feel slightest in the least. Quite the contrary, I am pleased to know that such service still exists!
I had to go to a town about 35 miles away to buy the tire. In the traffic around here, who needs to go to an amusement park?! I saw the tire online for $150 or so, the Motorcycle Factory wanted to sell it to me for $202, (down from $262) and when I asked them if that was the best price they could give me, they dropped it to $187. I was going to have them replace my old tire, but I would've had to wait and they were super-busy. I'm happy I went to Brooks, though.
My visit with my friend is going well. I think my presence might have become a bit stale to her, but then, that might just be my imagination. She has great decorating taste, in my opinion. Lots of reddish hues...and her Christmas tree is still up! Cool! Her kitty, Samantha, is finally starting to warm up to me. She apparently doesn't remember that we were once good friends a long time ago. However, my playing with her via laser dot and string is starting to win her over, I think. She has given me air-rubs twice in two days and is started to look pleased to see me...just before I leave.
I found an unexpected dance student here. I first met her last Saturday at a dance. I had noticed her before and thought she was very pretty so I was very pleased when she jumped in front of me with her beautiful, full smile and asked me to dance. Though she is new to dancing, she is a lot of fun to dance with. Since Iw as interested in seeing her again, I offered her a free dance lesson, but it turned out that she wanted the lessons, but my flirting techniques need work--I'm out of practice. So, she decided that she would rather pay me for my lessons than be the recipient of my romantic interest. That's fine...I'm not here for long anyway, but it was fun having that connection. AND, it is the first time I have ever been seriously attracted to a woman taller than I am: she's 6'1". The logistics of interacting with a woman several inches taller than me is very interesting on many levels. I've dated a couple women the same height as me before, but this stretched my experience. What joy! :-) It would've been fun to explore more with her. But, it is what it is, isn't it?
The plan, at the moment, is to leave Monday for the West Coast with a short stop in Ohio. Truth is, I'm not real sure why I need to stop in Ohio. My family is not a tight-knit family at all. At present, I don't have anyone there to stay with, though to be fair, I haven't actually asked anyone but one niece. I haven't heard back from her yet. Truth is, without my friends Judy (deceased) or Sharon (has chosen to let go of our active friendship so that she could move on), there isn't much reason to stop in Ohio. My son has no interest in seeing me and my dance friends have not shown any real interest in me over the years, but then, I haven't shown much interest in them, either, so I guess we get what we sow.
It seems that I am only interested in people once they let me into their "weird little world" and am not much for the superficial. If we aren't going to go deep, I don't see much sense in the conversation in part because, where is the heart-to-heart connection? Another aspect reason I tend to seek the depth of a person...and am so quick to share my depth, is due to my wandering nature. (My middle initial, combined with my last name, spells Wanders.) I'm not assured of being here very long, nor can I even fool myself into thinking that I'm going to be here long, so why waste time on the superficial? I can see the other side of that, though. Why even go deep? I can answer that one, though: I would like some intimacy. There isn't much intimacy in exchanging, "Hello. Nice day for a ride, isn't it?" or it's like.
I may have put this elsewhere in my blog, but I haven't even kissed a woman since July of last year. Well, not in a romantic way. Friendly pecks don't count as far as this is concerned.
Well, time to get ready to go dance.
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