My Thursday evening date trumped any recent soirees as well as any of the associated caned bottom chair pyrotechnics. But in order to make my Thursday evening date a reality, I had to fly down to Ponte Vedra on Wednesday and execute an extraction…extrication in a day…same-day…there-and-back liberation. Makes sense to do so when there’s urgency associated with the objective…and there was with mine. Next-Day Blinds doesn't seem warranted but there you go. And Same-Day replacement windows for an eighty year bungalow seem to be once again, a deliverable…a capability...whose bragging rights aren’t warranted.
There’s urgency and then there’s urgency. My Ponte Vedra extraction was urgent because I urgently wanted that Thursday night date. But let’s not jet off for a there-and-back without the proper tools. The way I figured it, a bacon egg and cheese biscuit, hash browns and orange juice…in tandem with Leffot cordovan Venetians and Colonel John Boyd; would complete my kit. If anyone understood tempo and decision cycle speed it was Boyd.
There was a little gal in Ponte Vedra whose parents hadn’t laid eyes on her in over two and a half weeks. She celebrated her birthday without us and Father’s Day manifested only a phone call from said remote locale. So I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
The extrication was flawless and the flights home were tolerable. My subject and I played The Game of Life on her iPod Touch.
And she offered gifts.
Last night found us reveling back home…at Cactus Cantina. I was flush with the feeling of things being right again. Butcept she seemed three years older.
Onward. Right. But still open to busting some more can bottoms. Come on.