Time to put your blade to work.-the Cheshire Cat, Alice: The Madness Returns
Today was yet another day in the never-ending legacy of being in Oklahoma. It was also a change of brigade command, so we ended up getting out not really much earlier than we would have otherwise. Much time was spent hunting for a replacement rearview mirror, which turned out not to have been ordered. We did, however, have a very nice mounting bracket fresh out of the box for said mirror. The issue with this was that the mirror itself, not the bracket, was the piece of this assemblage that actually was broken. Well, such is life in the ins and outs of the motor pool.
There are a team of very handsome Arabian horses that are kept on post, as well. What they're used for, I'm not sure, apart from parade and ceremonial uses. Arabians, thanks to my charming and highly knowledgeable lady friend, are one of probably three breeds of horses I can identify by sight. At any rate, these horses seem to be birds of a feather, generally being of a pretty calm and relaxed disposition, and of a similar deep brown color with black legs, manes and tails. Like all members of the horse persuasion, they are quite casual about the necessities a biological existence bestows on them, though after today, one wonders at the level of intelligence and comic sense of these animals. Passing before the reviewing stand, well, with a knowledge of horse hyigene habits, you can guess the rest. A personal welcome to the new commander? One can but speculate. This fact was not lost on us enlisted men and women, and no doubt will make this an induction ceremony to be remembered. Nonetheless, welcome Colonel! Inspire where we need inspiration, lead where we need leadership, and don't fix it if it ain't broke, as they say.
In other news, I'm hoping to gear up for yet another adventurous journey back to the Charter Oak state, or whatever the hell it is- Connecticut, at any rate. It always amazes me to go there, see what's new and what's still the same. I'm hoping to get some travelling in, too, under ideal circumstances. I've long wanted to see Salem, as I'm a history geek of the purest stripe, and a few odd little tangents of my own personal ancestry are tied into the history of this place. Why now, you may be wondering? Well, I've come to a Decision. Not a decision, as in, boy, the spinach salad looks really good in the mess hall today, finish it off with a glass of chocolate milk and I'm a happy man indeed, but rather a Decision. Now this Decision is probably going to sound insane, but here goes- stop trying to get my life in order. You'd think this would be a Bad Decision, but bear with me here. Often I'm trying to get everything perfectly in line, and the results are that I spend far too much time organizing, and not enough time doing. I recently did my birth chart- astrologically, that is. This shows the location of the planets in the 12 houses of the zodiac at the time when you were born. Your sun sign, that is, where the sun was when you were born, is generally what people mean when they say your zodiac sign. However, this is not the exclusive determinant in the influence of the zodiac in your life. There are 12 houses, and I don't remember how many planets. We're dealing with initial conditions here, which by no means determine your fate entire, but rather can show an influence. My own chart shows my sun sign as Libra, which makes me associated with Air. This does seem to make sense- I read, think and write a great deal, and am kind of an intellectual, hopefully in the best context. However, it also leads to overthinking and overanalyzing situations. Couple this with a strong Scorpio influence in most of my other areas, and you've got an interesting mix- first, a sharp and analytical mind, a fiercely independent streak, and the intelligence to generally cause lots of mischeif. The Scorpio influence tends at worst towards obsession and vengefulness, at best towards determination and dedication, and deep loyalty to family and friends. This came as a surprise to me- not being loyal to loved ones, and a deep sense of family, but that Scorpio is a Water sign, and generally means doing a great deal of digging and uncovering, always wanting to find things out, discover hidden causes and relationships between things. All in all, I'd say the makings of a pretty decent scientist, or failing that, a pretty decent mystic- someone always looking behind the curtains, poking in the dirt or following up on some random hunch, or following some random road solely because he doesn't know where it goes. The problem is that the world tends not to wait on a dreamer- but without dreamers, the world would be a lot less interesting. There's a time for everything, I guess. Except, of course, for drinking the Tenafly Viper- best to avoid that. And while you're at it, steer clear of Cisco, too. Tastes like strawberry-flavored industrial waste, and will do nothing good for you, believe me. Well, stay well, and enjoy this upcoming 4th of July weekend, to my American readers, and to everyone else, well, enjoy the weekend too!
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