I’m sorry, internets. I’m not neglecting you on purpose.
I’d love to pretend that I’ve been so busy being a Rock Star that I haven’t had time to blog. I’ve had time. It’s not me, it’s me. I just don’t feel like oversharing as much as I used to.
Here’s a little snippet of what’s been going on:
We sold my wife’s mom’s house. Yay! We have that behind us, after six months of fretting and working on things. We’ve learned some stuff. We hate the housing market right now (there are so many foreclosures and people trying to sell that – hell, just read a paper. It sucks) Still, it’s done.
We closed on it, and it took maybe ten minutes. There was also a four hour drive (each way) to make this happen. But the kids saw their grandparents (it’s been too long) and Dad (that would be me) tried hard not to piss everyone off (it sorta worked, for a while).
Father’s Day was low key; the way I like it. We had cupcakes, everyone went swimming, we watched geeky science shows on TV, my family cooked me a steak dinner. Pretty awesome, yes?
I’m still running; I have 23 miles so far in June, including three four mile runs. The heat is kicking my ass. Actually, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. It was 77 this morning with a dew point of
76 or so. Yeah. But get this – I think I saw a fox this morning. Ran across the road about twenty yards in front of me, and it was pretty light out. Very slender, dog shaped, but with a bushy tail
that was almost as long as it’s body, very fast.
(disclaimer: this was toward the end of my run, so a pink girraffe on a cell phone wouldn’t have surprsised me at this point)
I’m alarmed by oil prices as much as anyone, I guess, but there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it, so I’m trying not to lose any sleep. Just watch with me while our economy follows our environment right into the crapper. Sorry, kids, we enjoyed fucking your planet up for you, maybe some of you are smart enough to recover from our mistakes.
Whew, I’m such a happy little bastard! Sorry about that. (I keep saying “sorry” and can’t seem to quit, and I think it’s driving my wife nuts, because she comments on it. Not sure what to do about it,
though. Oh, another thing that drives her nuts? That I’m ‘addicted to movies.’ Another thing I can’t seem to get out of my system. It could be whores and drugs, though, so maybe it’s not such a bad vice? And what’s with the parenthesis? Dayum.)
This is going downhill, fast, so I better just quit. Have a nice one.
