Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Haze gray... 

I'm about a week and some change into my first underway on the Gary. I'm adjusting pretty decently considering the stark contrast to my last command. Little nuances here and there remind me just how different it is here. There's this cook that acts like he knows me already... has my eggs to order ready even before I get through the line. It's kinda weird. It's like going from Metropolis to Smallville. Everyone knows your name.

The Vinson was the "go to" ship in East/West Pac' during the 1200 days I spent on it. We were always busy doing something. Never a breather. Meanwhile, we pull into San Diego and the same ships are sitting in the same spots where we last saw them... idle. The Gary seems to be in a similar dilemma, but thankfully, it seems like I showed up at the tail end of the mire, but I guess only time will tell... and I've got tons of that.

I hit my 4 year mark here about a week ago. That night I talked to J and Jonny Wise-Ass over MSChat for a few hours. It's pretty dead on mids here so it was nice shootin' the shit with some of the old crew for a bit. I got in the dog house with J though 'cause it was her birthday and I kinda forgot.

She hasn't emailed me since. Hmmm.


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