You are lost

Aside from observing the local wildlife I’ve been doing some work on the yard.  It’s been a while since I’ve had a garden so I’m enjoying getting my hands dirty.  I’ve been tiling and composting the soil, watering the grapes and rose bushes, clearing out the debris and putting up some lattice work.

I’ve been taking a little time to find some new tunes to listen to.  Currently I’m listening to some ohGr, M.I.A. and  M.C. Frontalot.  It’s an odd mix for the playlist, but enjoyable.

I’m thinking on trying to pick up spanish.  As you would imagine a lot of people here speak it.  Aside from wanting to understand what I’m hearing, jobs pay extra if you’re bilingual.  It’s just a good idea.

I find myself staring at the sky a lot.  You feel so close to the clouds and the weather is so strange.  One side of the sky will be sunny and clear and the other side will have lightning storms with no rain and where you’re standing one cloud will decide to rain.  Lightning comes without thunder, thunder without lightning, and when you get both it’s tremendous.  My porch faces west so I get to watch the sunset over the barren hillside.

My house is designed for late day sun, which is nice.  Despite my slow adaptation to daylight living I’m still late to wake if my alarm isn’t set, so it’s good not to be blinded first thing in the morn, er, afternoon.  Forcing myself to go to bed early hasn’t really been working, it’s more of a best intentions type thing.  I mean to go to bed around 1 a.m., I actually go to bed around 3 or 4 a.m., which is still early for me.

As it may reflect in my writing, day to day life is relatively uneventful.  Drink coffee, take care of the paperwork, clean the house or yard, play with my cats, make dinner, maybe play a game with the house-mates.  I’m happy with it though.  It’s very relaxing.   Now I just need to win the lottery.   I want a bicycle.

I’d like to thank the person responsible for inventing dishwashers.  They’re fucking wonderful.  My sink is (almost) always clean.

It’s hard to believe it’s September already.  I think of all my college chidlins, going back to school.  Best wishes, slap Gaeb.

Please.