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26 May ~2008
I worked 10 hours overtime on Saturday and 10 hours on Sunday. I wasn't just putting in the time, but figuring out some coding solutions for this stage of our project. I didn't really mind working on a holiday weekend, because I was setting in place something that will be used for years, and puts our project on the right course.It's probably not suprising nobody else was in there.
Once you get used to living alone, the incredible freedom is something that is very very hard to give up. I can spend a weekend in some hidden Canyon in Western Colorado with my dogs, or I can go into work and focus myself on a difficult task to be done. There is nobody at home telling me I am nuts, and why am I ignoring them?
I love the mystery when you first meet someone, and the expectations and romance. The problem with relationships it doesnt take long before the mystery slips away and then you get to live through the slow fade of love.
Does it show that my heart has become a little hardened over the years?
At friday's dance a woman and I talked about going on a hike, and she gave me her phone number. She is a nice lady with a warm personality, is in great shape, and who I have thought about dating more than once. I always figured she was too young for me.
I told my daughter about in on the phone tonight, and found myself saying "I will probably mess it up, because I'm good at that. Because then I'm happy."
I had a fine weekend even though I worked so much overtime. Today I went on a hike in the foothills with Ben and then came home and harvested leaf lettuce out of my garden and made a delicious salad. I went to dances Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Every night was incredible - the bands were good, my partners were skilled and in the mood to dance, and each night I came home feeling fulfilled and happy.
On Saturday night at the Rose I always stand at the back, because that is where I feel comfortable, and because I can get a good look at all the tables, to see the ones where there are single ladies.
A tall redhead and a tall slender brunette were at one of the tables. I danced with the redhead twice, about two hours apart, when the band played 8-second ride and Folsom Prison Blues. Both of those are fast and exciting songs, and she was thrilled at how we did. During those dances what happens is time slips away, for both of us, and I can honestly say are about the best moments of this life. It's hard to describe it - it is something that has to be experienced.
Dancing with a new partner clearly raises the excitment level several notches - the mystery thing again. It's not the same with a partner that you know well.
I felt a strong connection with the brunette at the table. We did well together, not just during the fast songs, but also the slow rhythmic ones. At the end I leaned her over and pulled her close.
I had never seen either of them before, and I wonder if I ever will again. The Rose is well known enough that people visiting from out of town drop in there for a night out. I definitely would like to get to know the brunette better, (like get her name), and dance with her again.
Dancing is such a positive thing, especially when it doesnt involve smoking and alcohol. (The bars in Colorado have been smoke free for almost two years now).
I have only danced all evening with one partner once since 2001, when my wife divorced me. It was ok, but I am not sure I will do it again unless I meet someone very special. It is just so much damn fun to dance with different partners.
Me and Ben climbed to a high rock this morning, before the rain settled in. Poor Maggie had to wait at home, because of her injury. Maybe she can start going with us again in three more weeks, at least on short walks.
The first photo below is of Ben watching some deer up above us.
This afternoon I threw the ball for him, and it happened to go into a floor kitchen cupboard that was open, and land in a cup. Ben pulled the cup into the living room, and was having a real problem getting his tennis ball out of it. I took a few photos of him, and wondered if he had tackled something that was going to beat him. Five minutes later, after I put my camera away, he had the ball out of the cup.
It was a good day today, quiet and peaceful with my two close friends.
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