Worrying about money is a real fucking drag and I hate living like this.
We are very fortunate but like most people of our generation we have chosen to push the envelope towards the extreme end of what we can afford in terms of lifestyle.
I never would've chosen this way of life for myself if it hadn't been for these anchors that I love so much...lol.. I recently stopped by a friend of mines.
This guy is a guitar and amplifier guru and I needed him to make a repair to my amplifier which had gone on the fritz.
I went to the side door and walked up a long flight of stairs to a quaint little loft apartment. Very Spartan. Couch, TV ,maybe a table, lamp, and about 30 guitars and amps...nice.
My basement is about 4 times the size of the place. I looked around but for the life of me couldn't find a soul crushing mortgage payment anywhere.
Now we live in a great neighborhood. The kids have great friends that are a positive influence.
The school they go to is top notch...bla bla bla...Hard to put a price on that sort of thing or the lasting effect it will have.
The days off that I have had have been spent with little Avery.
The Animal Farm down at Canatara Park is always a great place in the springtime.
Most of the resident animals have given birth and the cute factor is sky high. I am not immune to this.
My friends can let fly with all the "You're a homo" comments they want...Vagina is still tops on my list.
Picnic , fishing..and a trip to the US to ride the carousel.
Good times...Actually everything has been wonderful lately
...I even had a nice little drug seizure at work the other day to blow the dust off my enforcement chops.
I had hit a dry spell but seem to have found my feet again.
I still enjoy the job at times and still find satisfaction there after sifting through all the ever present horseshit.
These are good people... a rare commodity these days that should never be taken for granted.
We always part with the promise that we will not let so much time pass before our next get together...
but this is life really...at least at this stage...
Trying never hurts.
The Salmon Derby starts on Friday.
We have had a North blow here for the past 2 days and the Lake is a mess.
It is also colder than a Witches tit...I am hoping for a change there.
Not as tough as I used to be.
Off for 14 days starting Friday...I am going to forget about work entirely.