Y'know, the world's gone crazy,
and it ain't safe on the streets.
Well, it's a drag, I know,
there's only one place to go.
Baby, back where I come from,
I'm comin' home.
Oh, Life on the inside ain't what it used to be.
Y'know, the kids have gone crazy,
and they'll stick you for a slice of cheese.
Oh, it's a drag, I know,
there's only one place to go.
Baby, back where I come from,
I'm comin' home.
-Cheeseburger, I'm Comin' Home
The weather has gotten much colder here, but apart from that it's pretty much business as usual. Today we cleaned out a sea trailer (like a semi's trailer without wheels) which we use for storage in the motor pool. It was pretty dinged up, which had happened before we got there, or before it came to its current location- no doubt many adventures could be told if its steel hide could speak! But we replaced it with a new one, and just as well, as we got a chance to reorganize it and dispose of a lot of the junk that accumulated there over the time it had been in use. Leave it a little better than you found it is the commonly followed rule in the Army. Speaking of which, my dear wife is over at our soon-to-be new house, in Ellington. I wound up doing a reading for the place, to see how everything looked there. Tabatha was telling me that there was only one place she felt unwelcome, and that was the basement. So I decided to see what could be seen. Luckily it turned out to be nothing major, just that the place had been standing empty for a while, and just needed to be cleaned out. Today my parents are headed over there to do that, so great big thank you to them! I recommended a protection spell on the house- I'm not overly familiar with smudging, which is what they'll be doing, and whether or not that includes protection. I tend to think of the two separately- first you clear it out, then you kind of seal it off, then you can fill it with what you want. But that's just me.
At any rate, it's becoming easier to do readings out here- there's the same energy running through here as there is back home, though it's harder to find. It's not strictly necessary to do readings, but helps tremendously! At any rate, I have a good feeling about this house. Again, I'm still shooting in the dark as to a great many of the reasons behind everything, but am doing pretty well! I've learned a lot out here, and gotten in pretty decent shape! The main thing has been to make that a habit, and go to get my daily dose of picking things up and putting them down even if all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep! There's some time period that if you do something for that long, it becomes a habit. I think it's two weeks, I don't know. At any rate, it's getting so I feel like I need to get through that part of my routine. (I know, obsessive-compulsive people say the same thing, but this seems more a matter of comfort and yes, habit than anything else). I'm running a good deal too, to offset the potential of just getting big and bulky and not having the lung power to back it up. Besides, it's usually more interesting to run outside, but not in sub-zero-smells-like-burning-tires-next-to-the-chemical-plant Bagram! And you can wear headphones on the treadmill, something you can't do outside for safety reasons.
Thus pass most of my days, and at night we go out on patrol or perhaps a daytime mission. I've learned the route from here to Kabul pretty well, and it's always something new to see in this strange land! So overall, things are positive here. But that song above has been stuck in my head for the past couple days- why now, I don't know. It actually appears in the (no longer on the air, I don't think) cartoon Superjail, which someone with way too much time on their hands came up with. While jail is not home, I'm glad to say, going out here does have the same surreal vibe that this cartoon does. You can probably catch a few episodes on adult swim or youtube. No, it really doesn't make any sense. Neither does life, most of the time. But you can just sit back, enjoy the ride, and go from there! I for one am indeed comin' home, though not just yet. Eight more weeks, and I'll be scrubbing down the floors, packing my duffel bags and catching a bird back to Oklahoma. If you're familiar with Fort Sill, you'll perhaps understand why the Superjail theme seems particularly apropos in this case. Besides, it's a catchy song.
But to more important matters- still, I'm not sure what happens next- what the next step on the path is. I'd like to reenlist, I do like having a stable job and not having too many worries. On the other hand, I'd sure like to spend a little more time with the family. Can the two be done together? Time will tell. I plan to explore all my options, and see where the road turns next. In the meantime, I'm having a hard time concentrating (or worrying, for that matter) about it, because I'm too busy getting excited about finishing my tour of duty up here and getting on homewards! From Oklahoma, I'll be soon taking yet another flight back to Connecticut! This is, of course, if my car ever gets fixed! That would be nice, and failing all else, I'll just do it when I get back there myself. In the meanwhile, back into the cold! Hope everyone has a great holiday, however you choose to mark the occasion, and I'll see you all on the other side!
The weather has gotten much colder here, but apart from that it's pretty much business as usual. Today we cleaned out a sea trailer (like a semi's trailer without wheels) which we use for storage in the motor pool. It was pretty dinged up, which had happened before we got there, or before it came to its current location- no doubt many adventures could be told if its steel hide could speak! But we replaced it with a new one, and just as well, as we got a chance to reorganize it and dispose of a lot of the junk that accumulated there over the time it had been in use. Leave it a little better than you found it is the commonly followed rule in the Army. Speaking of which, my dear wife is over at our soon-to-be new house, in Ellington. I wound up doing a reading for the place, to see how everything looked there. Tabatha was telling me that there was only one place she felt unwelcome, and that was the basement. So I decided to see what could be seen. Luckily it turned out to be nothing major, just that the place had been standing empty for a while, and just needed to be cleaned out. Today my parents are headed over there to do that, so great big thank you to them! I recommended a protection spell on the house- I'm not overly familiar with smudging, which is what they'll be doing, and whether or not that includes protection. I tend to think of the two separately- first you clear it out, then you kind of seal it off, then you can fill it with what you want. But that's just me.
At any rate, it's becoming easier to do readings out here- there's the same energy running through here as there is back home, though it's harder to find. It's not strictly necessary to do readings, but helps tremendously! At any rate, I have a good feeling about this house. Again, I'm still shooting in the dark as to a great many of the reasons behind everything, but am doing pretty well! I've learned a lot out here, and gotten in pretty decent shape! The main thing has been to make that a habit, and go to get my daily dose of picking things up and putting them down even if all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep! There's some time period that if you do something for that long, it becomes a habit. I think it's two weeks, I don't know. At any rate, it's getting so I feel like I need to get through that part of my routine. (I know, obsessive-compulsive people say the same thing, but this seems more a matter of comfort and yes, habit than anything else). I'm running a good deal too, to offset the potential of just getting big and bulky and not having the lung power to back it up. Besides, it's usually more interesting to run outside, but not in sub-zero-smells-like-burning-tires-next-to-the-chemical-plant Bagram! And you can wear headphones on the treadmill, something you can't do outside for safety reasons.
Thus pass most of my days, and at night we go out on patrol or perhaps a daytime mission. I've learned the route from here to Kabul pretty well, and it's always something new to see in this strange land! So overall, things are positive here. But that song above has been stuck in my head for the past couple days- why now, I don't know. It actually appears in the (no longer on the air, I don't think) cartoon Superjail, which someone with way too much time on their hands came up with. While jail is not home, I'm glad to say, going out here does have the same surreal vibe that this cartoon does. You can probably catch a few episodes on adult swim or youtube. No, it really doesn't make any sense. Neither does life, most of the time. But you can just sit back, enjoy the ride, and go from there! I for one am indeed comin' home, though not just yet. Eight more weeks, and I'll be scrubbing down the floors, packing my duffel bags and catching a bird back to Oklahoma. If you're familiar with Fort Sill, you'll perhaps understand why the Superjail theme seems particularly apropos in this case. Besides, it's a catchy song.
But to more important matters- still, I'm not sure what happens next- what the next step on the path is. I'd like to reenlist, I do like having a stable job and not having too many worries. On the other hand, I'd sure like to spend a little more time with the family. Can the two be done together? Time will tell. I plan to explore all my options, and see where the road turns next. In the meantime, I'm having a hard time concentrating (or worrying, for that matter) about it, because I'm too busy getting excited about finishing my tour of duty up here and getting on homewards! From Oklahoma, I'll be soon taking yet another flight back to Connecticut! This is, of course, if my car ever gets fixed! That would be nice, and failing all else, I'll just do it when I get back there myself. In the meanwhile, back into the cold! Hope everyone has a great holiday, however you choose to mark the occasion, and I'll see you all on the other side!
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