Little bits.

I love freezing my ass off in central air.  Most of the time I think I'm low maintenance, but right now, I feel pretty high maintenance.

I shouldn't have fed the dogs eggs this morning, I had leftover egg whites from the French vanilla ice cream, and couldn't bring myself to toss em.  But now I'm sitting between big stinky and little stinky, as they slumber in their own green fog stink collective.

I love meeting good people. Making steps towards real friendship with rare and interesting folks.  I love spending time talking about real stuff, rather than blah blah blah on small talk.  Fucking A, what a good day.

I also love that barbecue season is here.  I want to cook grandly every weekend.

I want to go camping, very soon.

It's a time for action, building, growing, doing, planting, creating, breathing in and exhaling in the vibe of the season.

I read an excellent blog today, one that inspired me to pick this baby back up, and go with my old style. I read back through some of my more recent blogs meaning This Next Chapter Stuff, not epiphany, and I get so goddamned explainy. Who the fuck am I explaining to?  I feel like it has to do with when epiphany got an audience, and I had to be all expository and shit.

I just re-read the Mark blog. May update. The guy is an alcoholic.  Serious business alcoholic.  Sometimes I think I may have the beginnings of a drinking problem, but Mark has a real problem.  We hung out for two months, got to know his situation, even hung out with Jen some. Can't do it anymore.  Can't babysit a drunk that likes his life at rock bottom, that loves his issues and his "crazy motherfucking life" as he puts it, more than his many children.  Unplugging and pulling away. A little remorse, because as we all (and by we all, I mean me) know, I am a fixer. I can't fix this one. Packing up the Chariot and moving on.  I mentioned AA. He stopped talking to me.

Ebbing and flowing. People come and go. Some people I wish would come and stay, or come back and stay.  Some people I wish would go forever.


The dog keeps farting and she's driving me off.  It's pouring outside, and I love that.  I am too tired to get deep, and wax eloquent on the mix of interesting bits that comprised the past few days. Maybe I'll get into it more tomorrow. Maybe.