the Evervigilant guys just left. They’re a good group of kids…using the term loosely.
I find the more I hang out with them that they are just about as willing as any 20-something to please those who have been set in front as any kid. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m tired. Have had a beer or two (or six).
lonely. maybe.
-j.
sitting on my new porch, outside in the warm southern air.
This is really a great change of pace. Back to apartment living has been a relatively easy transition so far. The majority of boxes are unpacked and I’m starting to look forward to getting to work (the kind that pays).
I’m not sure what else to say other than I really like it. There’s a sort of stillness, a solitude and some feeling of getting back to how I really enjoy living. It’s been close to 5 years since I had a place to call my own and, right now, the advantages far outweigh any negative side. This week will be the the beginning of my test to see if starting a new life like this will be worthwhile. It’s all up to me…and that’s sort of scary.
Today is also Father’s Day. I called to chat with my dad and we had a suprising 45 minute conversation. I asked him about work (an often reviewed topic for us), about his father (who is starting to suffer Alzheimer-like symptoms) and about my up-coming trip to Phoenix at the end of June. One of the things that I’m most interested in is learning about my family. Not in the “how are you doing?” sense but truly trying to understand WHO they are. I just don’t want to come to the end of any of our lives and not have a decent sense of our history. As a society, we’re too bent on just living the day-to-day without ever digging deeper into each others lives. I would like to know them.
Also, I feel like the spark of wanting to write creatively is coming back. The rush/flood of ideas aren’t coming yet but I know that it’s partially because of so many changes lately and an altering mindset beginning to take place. There’s a confidence in writing that comes from being quiet with your ideas, letting them fester and allowing the space to create. This could be a really amazing year! (i’m not sure why I added the exclamation point, but…oh well)
good night.
i’m guarding the front lawn from terrorists. and doing a pretty damn good job of it, too.
i really have nothing to say…just waking up. good morning. sitting here with my double-shot capuccino and a cigarette enjoying the cool air…and…some damn drilling coming from somewhere in suburbia.
