It was one of those weekends. Not one of those weekends, just.. one of -those-.
What the hell do I mean? Well, sit back and listen.
Sunday Kija and I plan to goto Albuquerque. The first part of this was that I needed to meet up with Mike for some work stuff, and the second part is apparently I volunteered to put down a wood floor in Kija’s mom’s master bedroom. Time came for me to go, and Kija is knee deep in a football game. I look outside, it’s 40 degrees and clear. I got a call from Jason in Albuquerque (by mistake, actually), and he said, ‘Yeah, it’s warm and clear down here!’. That’s all I needed. I told Kija I would ride down on the bike.
An adventure begins with a single step. Every day we all begin our own adventures, be they the drive to work, the path to lunch, or even just the spectacular toothbrushing action of the morning routine. Sometimes the adventure spills over and splatters all over the place.
That was my weekend.
Suddenly….
I’m in a plane, I think, but its a big one, and looks like a big room inside. Not round at all, and i can’t hear anything to make you think you are in a plane. I’m sitting at a workstation, papers and electronics are scattered out all around me. I’m in an army, but I don’t want to be here, but everyone is pitching in right now, due to the big war going on. There are others here, like me, and the room is busy. We’re coming into it now, a skirmish, but we’re on the backside of it, not directly in ‘harms way’. The guy in charge is up on a raised platform, and he’s watching out the window. Something is happening outside.