I am sitting on the front patio (it is too hot out on the new deck in back) and about to open my second Keith's. The Guinness I bought yesterday can age a little longer in the fridge.
I thought it best that if I were to blog I do it before I crack that second beer because as any beer drinker can tell you - two beer lead to three and three to four. Before you know it I won't be able to hit the keys on the keyboard.
It has been a reasonably quiet day. I got my walking in early this morning, went to the top of the hill to check on my old folks, took Tess and Nanay to Walmart for a quick shop (and yes, Virginia, it really was quick), and then hurried home. I was tempted to walk again but then this swing called me so I grabbed the book de jour and have been sitting out here reading.
This subdivision is quiet these days. When I first bought a house here years ago there were hundreds of yard apes and it was a noisy place. Now the yard apes have grown, moved away, and have their own yard apes now. It is just us old farts in the neighborhood now. There are a few cars on the streets as people come home from work but it is reasonably quiet. Somewhere someone has a skill saw running and I can hear Tess in the house talking to her sister in Pampanga on Skype.
Of course reasonably isn't as quiet as I would like. I am a deep country boy and would prefer to live where there is no noise at all. I have lived there before and would love to again but barring a lottery win that is unlikely to happen.
Normally I wouldn't indulge in two beer in a day but I am down 25 pounds on my weight loss routine and on time to hit my goal of 50 pounds this year and, since I am feeling lazy I think I will crack another tonight and, perhaps, another after that.
My middle daughter is house hunting and one of the homes they are looking at is across the street and down the block a couple of hundred yards and I can think of nothing finer than to have her close so I hope that works out. It would thrill me to have one of the young grandchildren, Silas in this case, so close he could just come and go.
Two neighborhood cats just wandered into the yard at the same time, saw each other, stared, and are now sitting beside each other under my truck. Cat socialization?
McDonalds is having a a couple of weeks of selling lobster rolls starting Wednesday. I am not a fan of McDonalds but you would be hard pressed to screw up lobster rolls. I am fairly certain that Mom, Dad, and I will be eating three meals a day there until the special ends. Tess is working and will miss it. Screw Nanay.
Sunday we will be having our regular, annual Father's Day lobster fest in my parents back yard. I can hardly wait. If there is anything better than an orgy of butter, beer and lobster I have never heard of it.
I am within striking distance of finishing the latest book I have been working my way through. If we eat late, and since Tess is still on Skype to the Philippines I assume late is the operative word, I should make it. I have three on the go at the moment but have put the other two aside to finish this, the more interesting of the three, a biography of Dietrich Von Hildebrand. Not to be confused with Dietrich Bonhoeffer although their stories are similar. You are excused if you have never heard of Von Hildebrand but just barely excused.
I will post a review tomorrow. Well, actually, no. I don't really do reviews on the books I read. They are more like commentaries.
In any event it was the reading of this book that prompted me to write this blog posting which has grown to inexcusable lengths. Blame that on the beer. It looses the tongue.
I was enjoying this book so very much and suddenly I was lonely. Powerfully lonely. I am betting there are but a handful of people in the world, comparatively speaking, who have read this or anything else I read. It is a brilliant book but would doubtless bore the stuffing out of anyone else I know and most I don't know.
I have written at four forums that collapsed. Then at Yahoo 360, Multiply, Blogger, and here. My original intent was to find like minded people to discuss books with. That has never happened. Thus my loneliness.
I will write more about that tomorrow. This is too long now. That beer is calling me. I want to finish this book which no one cares about.