Uncomfortable . . .

Its hot. Its god damned hot and for the time being, there is no escaping it. There is a guy outside my apartment using a jack hammer, splitting my skull with every impact of the hammer. My Wife is not feeling well and I have been fighting an oncoming cold.

All I really want to do is sit with my wife, enjoy my coffee and relax. The heat wont let me. The hammering wont let me . . . and, I have to go to work soon. As it has been since they started working on the coy pond. My morning is shot.

At least my cat is comfortable....

We have to move away from here. But money will not let us.

I have started to notice that I am kind of . . . kind of . . . turning into grandpa. I know I will never be him or be as great as him. But I have realized that I want to do a great many things he did. I have started drinking more and more coffee. Grandpa used to drink coffee all the time. In fact, I don’t think I ever saw him with out a coffee cup full of coffee near by. I want to go camping . . . I want to go fishing . . . Hell, I even want to go hiking again. But California offers little of those activities unless you want to drive for 2 plus hours.

If we moved. . . to a place cooler . . . we could have all of those, at least I think we could. I like the idea of deciding on a whim to just go camping to a private little cove just so we can go fishing all weekend. Sit by the campfire and read late at night. You know, all the fun stuff. It would be so nice for my wife and I to enjoy each other away from civilization. I would like for a time forget that there are other living people in this world, forget about a world of stress, friction, and responsibilities.

But until we find a way to change things, this is the way it is. For now, I just want the weather to cool down, rain would be so nice too.

If it rained. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .










No jack hammering. . . .

Yay.