Oxnard--So, it’s another typical Sunday in front of my laptop, the dogs are sitting at my feet, the J-Train is making a mess in the kitchen, well, to be fair, she’s making herself breakfast, and I’m getting ready to surmise my week, which has been challenging.
I was writing on Tuesday, and my neighbor decided that was a great day to deal with the giant sinkhole in his backyard. In came a company ready to fill in the hole with huge rocks.
That caused an epic noise issue, and I spent the day thinking I was working next door to the gravel pit on the Flintstones.
It was so loud that even the dogs were silenced and didn’t bark. They were looking at the back door with these bewildered faces, probably thinking, holy crap, Dad likes it quiet when he writes; this is going to cause plenty of delays. Since it’s too noisy to write, how about we take a trip to the fridge, Dad, and get out the treats or maybe slices of roast beef?
My life remains this glamour-laden burden where I bask in everything I do: cook, clean, shop, pay bills, work, work, and work some…
