These days I just want to write about nice stuff.
Maybe it’s a result of settling into a new and better life.
Perhaps it’s a realization that although I used to go on and on in some past blogging posts, maybe not being quite as happy with my situation in life translated into some topics, that while popular, relatively-speaking, were not as happy-sounding.
I went to the county clerk the other day and got my KY license plates with Navy emblem and “veteran” proudly displayed in all caps along the bottom. The car seems to like it, too. At least it looks good on it. And I don’t have a front license plate like I did in CO. Forked over my CO driver’s license, too, when I received my KY one, so the entire “registration” process here is pretty complete.
Rhonda and I were raking leaves yesterday and the day before and we almost hurt ourselves when we fell outta the tree; just kidding. I know, my feeble attempts at humor can sometimes grow tiresome.
Living in a house is something I have not done for many years; it’s familiar and confusing at the same time.
Similar to my attitude when beginning new jobs, I am adjusting as I go and fitting in to the new household environment. I think when starting new jobs, some of us can make mistakes regarding our attitude on this. I believe your chances for success—whether on a new job or in a new living environment, increase substantially when you are willing to fit in more so than the other way around.
Fitting in is something we all have to do at many points in life, especially if we want to get along.
Rhonda and I knew this as we had, and have, discussions all along the way.
It helps when there is ongoing dialogue when you are dealing with the day-to-day things that can pop up.
But back to raking leaves…
This activity demonstrates you live in a place that actually has autumn and four seasons.
It also can reveal you live in a house where you are responsible for the grounds.
In addition to all this, for me, it brings a sense of nostalgia for something that has long not been a part of life.
Living alone too long can make you weird.
At the least you can get lonely.
Living alone and being lonely can sometimes make you do things, or not do things, that people who live with others would not give a second thought to.
I have no examples of what I mean, so you can see how weird I may have been.
Not conceding anything, I am not going to disclose at this time the weird things I used to do; use your imagination.
This post is deteriorating in quality before our very eyes as I write and you read.
Maybe part of the strange things I would do is write less than positive subject posts.
But it’s funny.
People seem to like reading negative things quite a bit.
Well, a lot more than uplifting stories, sadly enough.
It’s like, “Enough with all this good stuff! I am a miserable bastard! I want some end of the world scenario stories!”
That’s the weird stuff coming out of writers feeling isolated.
Back to less than weird stuff, or should I say not as weird…
I was having a conversation with our dog Chelsea (yes, I am the dog whisperer and can speak with these animals) regarding what kind of job to pursue.
She basically responded by suggesting I check for clues and signs, before falling back to sleep on her bed.
Not one to mess with the wisdom of a 13-year old springer spaniel, the light went on upstairs for me:
Does anyone know of any sleep studies I could participate in?
I think I really could rock me some sleep studies—certainly my snoozing should benefit the greater good of all mankind.
All of this sleeping talk has me feeling like a nap.
Rainy Fridays really are the best.