INCHING FORWARD

Well, blogspotters, it looks like there may actually be a light at the end of the tunnel which, for once, ISN'T a train like this one, the Conway Scenic Railroad's beautiful 7470 engine that chugs her way in and out of a station just a few miles up the road from here (isn't she gorgeous?), coming to hit me.





A lovely woman at Vanguard Logistics in LA has moved as many mountains as one woman humanly can, to make this work quicker for me than it otherwise might. It looks like Cherry Bomb may be delivered to Mac's door by the middle of next week. Not a LOT earlier, considering she was meant to be here, like, NOW, but its better than the poke in the eye with a rusty nail I got at the New Zealand end, with the OTHER company who, for now at least, remains nameless. I think my LA Woman needs a T-shirt with a big "S" on the front, but I suspect she already has one. I hope she's wearing it, and not the one she's meant to wear that says "V". Thank you, Julianna, from the bottom of my heart.
We had a spectacular thunderstorm today, and the dogs hated it, but I loved it, and would have danced outside in the rain if I hadn't already heard Mac's story of having already been hit once by lightning, and it not being a whole lot of fun. Hmmm... that explains a lot, Mac... And, I have to say, it was safest watching from the window, methinks. Going off on a complete tangent, my darling Cap'n, if you're out there, let me say again how honoured and blessed I feel that you rode for three hours in the pouring rain to come up here to meet me, buy me dinner, spend the weekend with us, and then ride 9 hours home in the pouring rain again in the midst of July 4th Holiday Traffic Hell. It was a joy to meet you, I hope to see you again soon, and thank you for the gift of the beautiful tank bag. You are a lovely bloke, and whatever highlights on this trip I go home with, meeting you will be one of them.