Moving out
Sep. 30th, 2005 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecuniumI am alone, and sort of will be for the next month.
The Fates conspired to give me something I wanted, but in a way which is more painful than expected. Such are the Fates.
My unit is drilling this weekend. I won't be there. Maia, however left this morning for Los Angeles to see her tailor, for some shifts for faire. This is a good weekend for it because our tailor is, sort of, slack right now. She also is heading down to see her sister on the occaision of her sister's birthday.
Me, I have to be in Sacramento at 0800 Sunday morning to do something related to organising California's contribution to Katrina relief. I'll be there for a month, and the schedule is completely opaque. Rumor has it they are doing 24 hour ops, Heel and Toe (which means Port and Starboard, to Navy/Marine types [or at least the old farts who taught me things], and twelve on, twelve off to the rest of the world). If we are doing that about all I'm going to see of my hotel room is the shower and the bed.
It means I probably miss the start of what I see as the Holiday Season (a Hallowe'en party at friends) and I won't be home for a month.
It also means I am not likely to get to celebrate our anniversary until Nov. This sucks. We've, to date, mananged to spend it where we met (for certain definitions of where we met), but this year I'll probably not get the time.
So Maia needing to get the train at 0700 this morning, well it stank.
Afterwards I headed up to Avila Beach, near Dinosaur Cave, and took pictures of pelicans, cormorants and seagulls. We'll see how they come out, and if I can select a few presentable ones before I make the schlepp to Sacto tomorrow.
The Fates conspired to give me something I wanted, but in a way which is more painful than expected. Such are the Fates.
My unit is drilling this weekend. I won't be there. Maia, however left this morning for Los Angeles to see her tailor, for some shifts for faire. This is a good weekend for it because our tailor is, sort of, slack right now. She also is heading down to see her sister on the occaision of her sister's birthday.
Me, I have to be in Sacramento at 0800 Sunday morning to do something related to organising California's contribution to Katrina relief. I'll be there for a month, and the schedule is completely opaque. Rumor has it they are doing 24 hour ops, Heel and Toe (which means Port and Starboard, to Navy/Marine types [or at least the old farts who taught me things], and twelve on, twelve off to the rest of the world). If we are doing that about all I'm going to see of my hotel room is the shower and the bed.
It means I probably miss the start of what I see as the Holiday Season (a Hallowe'en party at friends) and I won't be home for a month.
It also means I am not likely to get to celebrate our anniversary until Nov. This sucks. We've, to date, mananged to spend it where we met (for certain definitions of where we met), but this year I'll probably not get the time.
So Maia needing to get the train at 0700 this morning, well it stank.
Afterwards I headed up to Avila Beach, near Dinosaur Cave, and took pictures of pelicans, cormorants and seagulls. We'll see how they come out, and if I can select a few presentable ones before I make the schlepp to Sacto tomorrow.
