It has been quiet here for a
couple of days. No hammering or machinery or people stomping all over plants
and rattling ladders. Even the rain and cooler temperatures indicate the
seasons are about to change.
My thoughts shift to the next
projects. The list is getting shorter before the cold months, but it will
require more construction and banging around the humble abode I call home.
After a dinner that almost killed
me, I'm back on my feet, energized by the weather and moving on to outside
projects that have been put off due to the heat. There is still a lot of
trimming to do and gallons of paint to spread, but one thing at a time.
The daily rides have become
routine, but it still helps to get outside in the outside, breathe deeply,
press the body to move, and enjoy the surroundings.
Around the neighborhood, the
painted streets bring road blockage and big trucks. The rain has made Leo very
busy, yet some of the vacant "For Rent" property goes untouched. The
usual people walk their pups and wheel around their offspring in a normal
everyday ritual. More heating trucks appear next to the construction sites as
the neighborhood prepares for fall.
The communications sense the
mental preparation of a new school year, end of vacations, and fall cleaning.
Wedding and baby pictures have been posted and viewed by all. Blogs have become
a vacant pit of every opinion with little to say and even less to learn. Even
the news shows, which are becoming more entertainment that hard fact finding,
repeat stories too often.
The economy stays in the dump, but
so far I'm lucky. Don't know how long I can make it last, but trying to keep an
eye on the massive monthly expenses.
I guess it's just the hum drum of
the end of summer.
3 comments:
Please explain how the dinner almost killed you. I mean, we'd like to know??!!
Red meat? Beer and vinegar? Time for a daily Prevacid, mi amigo!
Inquiring minds are asking...How close to death did you get? At least you lived to tell about it.
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