Tuesday, May 17, 2016

It's raining today, and I'm smiling.

Pouring down rain today. windshield wipers barely kept up with it as I drove into work. And I'm grinning ear-to-ear.

Why, you ask?

Because after eleven years of living in West Virginia and commuting into DC, with an average trip time of an hour and a half EACH WAY (on a good day) in the thirsty SUV that I had to have in order to make the trip come winter, my commute now takes about eight minutes. And this job comes with a car now, so it's not even my gas any more.

Tons of great restaurants within walking distance, and a house down the street has just been rented out by half a dozen young ladies who dance in the French Quarter at night and pretty much just sunbathe on lawn chairs on the porch all day when not doing that. They're a bit young and wild for my tastes these days but I can't deny that the views are spectacular.

Yeah, this was a good move indeed.

15 comments:

  1. GREAT to hear!
    But, what is this rain of which you speak?
    :-)

    gfa

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  2. From all evidence, it's not a bad gig for the dogs, either.

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  3. Just about now the doggies need to "escape" and go play with the ladies...
    And, you, of course have to go there

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  4. What Miguel said...

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  5. You're testing out your new spotting scope, right?

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    1. Alas, no direct line of sight.

      Not that I've checked or anything.

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  6. Just picked up a new ride and am way past ready for a long put off return visit to NALA. Have you gone into Central Grocery and gotten a muffuletta since you've been back yet? I love that place.

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    1. I have, and they are fantastic. Let me know when you want to come to town.

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  7. "A bit wild for your taste"? Come on man! I can't live vicariously through you with you saying stuff like that ya know =0

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  8. There is no "too wild" until you are dead.

    There is "too boring" and "too psychotic"...there is never too much "wild". You can sleep when you are dead. my friend.

    I'm older than you, trust me.

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  9. Make them earn the beads...

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  10. Mr. Murph,

    Longtime reader, first time commenter. Your blog rocks and thank you very much for sharing. Glad to see the move is agreeing with everyone and things are going so well. Cheers to many happy years.

    When I read your words about "ladies who dance in the French Quarter", I couldn't help but hear "Chloe Dancer/Crown of Thorns" by Mother Love Bone in my noggin. The band was one of the progenitors of "grunge music" and I think you (and possibly your lady neighbors) might like it.

    Slainte, sir. Keep up the good work.

    Jonathan from SC

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  11. Do the dancer's like Belle and Murph?

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    1. Everyone does. Girls always melt over them. I don't know what those dogs have got, but I want it.

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