Condensation formed in my eyes as I've read these wonderful responses. And no, the condensation is not from the rain that pelted down onto my furniture as I drove.
This move has been a logistical nightmare ripe with many shortcomings that I will not delve into here among all the positive energy you all are giving me
. And knowing I'm near my kiddies and reading these comments and comments posted to my personal inbox make me feel... well, like I should have been invited over to your houses for tea a time or two
.
I really do wish I'd cultivated more in that area, making more and deeper friends. Sometimes I just spent too much time in the woods and waters. Christy at Blue Mountain Liquors was someone I use to go bother a lot at her job when I needed a 'friend kick'. Of course, I made advances at her during my visits, but while I'm good with words at my computer, I am not James Bond smooth in person. Don't get me wrong, I'm hot and suave and all, but kinda clumsy too, sometimes.
And as for as finding that special someone, I concluded the best place to cruise for chicks along 30A was at the Tom Thumb in Seagrove. I just didn't have the patience, though. And even when I finally did have that perfect specimen round the corner in all her glory, with perfect olive skin, dynamic bone structure and an absolutely gorgeous body, I had like 12 rolls of toilet paper wrapped up in my arms. I almost caught her laughing. But have you priced Tom Thumbs no-name brand? It's like 88 cents a four pack. I mean, you can't beat that. And it's two-ply. I mean seriously, if she can't appreciate a man who sees a bargain like that, was she really meant for me?
She stood behind me in line, too. And yes, I had a cool word or two I wanted to deliver to her, but with all those rolls, I just couldn't quite work up the nerve. Oh well, her loss. I wonder if she'll think of me next time she is running low on tissue and needs someone to run to the store for her? Well, probably not, but it's the moral of the story that's important...
Well, I honestly love you guys. If I ever get back there, please push me to go and have coffee or tea, or meet for a game, or watch a sunset on your back porch, or have me play my guitar and sing for you, or let my kids and yours play together, or feed me or let me feed you, cajun style. Or give me a good job where I can prove myself, or give me a good job and introduce me to your daughter ;-)
And I will try to keep in touch. Please feel free to write to my private message box to remind me. I'm a sucker for 'good people' who show me attention.
Much Love