I just KNEW Jim would ride his motorcycle today, and I was right! (That's my car Slick behind him, by the way.)
We had a dandy time. It was a beautiful day, so we sat out on the patio to enjoy the fresh air. We enjoyed a couple of cool beverages, and our lunch (I had a black bean quesadilla), but mostly each other's company! We had plenty of laughs (he was quite happy when he got me to snort once), but talked about some serious stuff, too. Jim is one of the kindest, sweetest people--but with a bit of a wicked edge, if that makes sense--I've ever known, and it was great to get together with him. He paid for lunch, and I said I'll get it next time--he said, "Cool--that way I know there'll be a next time!" No doubt about it, buddy. I miss you.
He told me some stuff going on in the lab, and it sounds like the same old stuff. I mentioned my entry about the psychic vampires, and he immediately and without hesitation said the name of the former coworker! I said, "Bingo!" He knew exactly who I was thinking about. Of course, I think anyone would.
He's on vacation this week, but will soon change to "power weekends," where he'll work 12-hour shifts on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. He thinks it will work out well for him, because even though the 12 hours a day will kind of bite, there will be 4 days when he doesn't have to even think about work! He's a guitarist, and has a small home studio, so he's looking forward to recording some stuff. I'll look forward to hearing it. We agreed that it's all about finding your passion.
We sat there and talked for over 2 hours, and they just flew by! We hugged and parted company, and he was on his way. I made a quick trip to the store, then came home and took out the recycling. For some reason, I feel oddly exhausted. I think it's because I'm not much of a talker. No matter how much I like the person and enjoy the conversation, it just kind of wears me out. I'm kind of like that character Silent Bob, but I'm Silent Beth. (Not always...I have my moments!)
I got some onion buns to make Manwich, but I realize that I have too much stuff in the fridge. Time to eat some leftovers, and I'll do Manwich tomorrow. Mmmm, I love Manwich. Although now that I think about it, its name is rather discriminatory, isn't it? From here on out, I'm calling it Humanwich.
"These are the Daves I know, I know, these are the Daves I know...." It's catchy, isn't it?