Just doing my part in the Lonely Room.
Mrs. Racer has taken her leave of me and is now traveling across the Continent, with her daughter. Seems the daughter and her husbabd decided they wanted to live in Floriduh, so she took a early retirement/voluntary layoff from her job at the World's Largest Building, (and he is retired Navy) they sold their house and bought a place in the bug infested swamps of the Panhandle.
He went down for the last time about a month ago with their 6 year old son, with most of the last of their stuff, to get settled in. They closed last Monday, and she stayed with us this past week. Went to her last day at work Thursday, then loaded a U-haul with the last bits of their stuff, and Friday they rolled out.
Said they were going to make it a sightseeing mother/daughter bonding thing, taking 2 weeks. I suppose that will help them get acclimated to the high heat and ultra high humidity.
You know the kind.
Humidity so high you have to chew the air before it can be inhaled.
Humidity so high, you take a shower, manage to dry off somehow, get dressed, walk out to get the mail, and when you get back in the house you need another shower.
Humidity so high, that after a shower you never really can get dried off, and pulling a shirt on is impossible. You realize that the only shirts in your wardrobe will forever be button up, lightweight cotton.
She sent me a text yesterday, said they were in Twin Falls. Guess they are really easing into that acclimation to the weather thing.
Twin Falls has this sign on the highway median:
I've seen it a dozen times or more myself.
Meanwhile, Racer "Ain't That Lonely Yet".
Yesterday was a barbecue at a longtime friend's place. He moved out here at 18 from Mineral Point, Wisconsin. I met him shortly afterwards, and we have been good friends for over 40 years.
I indulged the sins of the grill, burgers, bangers.
I grazed the potluck table.
Very good low production Adult Malted Barley pops were consumed (in responsible moderation, of course).
And a nice variety of music was played by variety of garage band musicians ranging in age from the early 20's (grandkids) to about 70 ish (grandparents). Quite a nice variety of tunes, and some improvisational stuff.
I saw friends I usually only see now and then these days, socialized a bit, and consumed a few Adult Malted Barley pops with them.
Nope.
Racer Ain't That Lonely Yet.
Maybe a day or two before Mrs. Racer calls me with return flight details.
Maybe I'll be in Lonesome Town by then.
But I'll have you guys to keep me company until then.
Right guys?
Um, hello?
Ennybodyhere?