Bone to travel

Today doesn’t feature what I would call springtime weather. But it is close enough.

It’s cloudy outside and windy. The weather bureau, rather their electronic station, down at the Southeast Texas Regional Airport in Nederland calls the skies “fair.” I’d say that’s fair too although I’d call the skies cloudy. Unless it is significantly different 15 miles away, then it really doesn’t matter. It’s not one of those blow-dry days where there is about 15 percent humidity, clear and the winds are blowing about 40 mph sustained that you sometimes see in the spring.

No the humidity — I like to call it the “humididity.” I don’t know why. — is 63 percent. Winds are from the Southeast at 20 mph with gusts up to 26. Now I’ve given you the weather report, goodbye.

Seriously, I am afflicted by Spring Fever. It hits me like a ton of bricks during the Spring. I get drowsy and lethargic and just want to stare out the window. So how is that different from any other day, those of you who know me might say? Well,  I also get the urge to go somewhere, it doesn’t matter where, almost. It’s kind of like I got me a “travelin’ bone,” the kind of which sung about by Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Long As I Can See The Light,” or “You Got That Right” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. I’m not totally sure what a traveling bone is. I hope it’s not something dirty.

My definition is for “traveling bone:” To go somewhere, whether determined or undetermined, forthwith.

I already made a start by putting in for annual leave later this month for a week. Where I go, I have no idea. It likely won’t be far. I also plan to take another week off next month.I talked to my friend Rene last evening about coming out to visit him and Martha in El Paso. If I find myself cheap enough air fare, I am gone.

Another friend mentioned last night that from where I live in Southeast Texas to El Paso is about the same distance as Chicago. Well, actually Chicago is about 150 miles more than El Paso to Beaumont. Although it is closer to St. Louis from here than to El Paso. Not that any of that makes any difference except to say that Texas is a big ol’ damned state to traverse.

 But no matter where I go, near or far, I got to go take care of that traveling bone. Give it to a big dog, on a porch somewhere. Or whatever you do with a traveling bone.

Everyone have a Good Friday and an even better Saturday.