I must take a shameless moment to give a rare–indeed, unheard of–shout out to Uncle Ken and Aunt Alice. Sue’s people, you know? Wonderful folks who have visited us here several times. They are based in Florida, but drive a well-equipped RV ’round the nation at various times of the year and are happy doing so. They left a comment below on a post about Scoop the wonderdog and revealed themselves as readers to these, your correspondent’s humble pages. Thanks Uncle Ken and Aunt Alice. Always good to hear from you.
I’ve been busy enough as a writer that I’ve allowed myself to get wrapped up in it, but an old friend, a familiar feeling, returned this evening after a long hiatus. No, it wasn’t the Black Dog, as Lileks refers to the great sucking of depression and melancholy. It was wanderlust.
I think that as I have become a writer and a 21st Century writer at that, I find myself wondering what it might be like to move my family to Colorado, say or New Mexico. Perhaps we’d even consider going further east–or north. Oregon always appealed to me, though I confess the constant rain and or gray days would indeed get to me as I know they would Sue. Her arthritis might not take well to damper climes. So, I don’t know. I even considered San Diego, though I cannot imagine living further south than I already do. I do, however, like the San Diego area a great deal.
Not that anything will come of that at all. My wife is in no mood to move, but the fact is circumstances may cause us to by next summer. The hard part is that as a high school teacher of 20 years, it would be foolish for me to walk away now. Next summer, August to be exact, is when our 5/1 A.R.M. comes up for adjustment and as things are now, we’ll probably pay less per month on the mortgage. But my gut tells me that inflation is on its way soon and when that happens, the mortgage on this house could shoot up as high as $4500 t0 $5000 a month and I don’t care if I’m the richest man in the world-I won’t pay that. That all, however, remains to be seen.
Meantime, it’s just the sheer joy of considering something else, somewhere else and a change of scenery or pace. Considering is all at this point–but there it is.
I’ve tried to avoid descending into the upcoming elections. Writing about politics for me is rather like eating Italian food–the more I do it, the more I want to and the less good it does me. I end up raging against something or other (or, in the case of Italian food, saying to myself over and again, “I really shouldn’t have eaten that…) and the blood pressure goes up, my ire burns in my gullet and I sit there and marvel how perfectly sane and normal people could choose to vote for Jerry Brown for Governor of CA. Again. What? He wasn’t bad enough from 75-83? You need more tax hikes, more unemployment? Yes–that’s it. Raising taxes will get us right out of this mess, yes? Egad.
Well, as my friend Ty has so aptly placed on my new favorite bumper sticker…”if it’s Brown, flush it.”
Friday is upon us and this is a positive thing–a good and happy thing. Weekends are good and happy and they make me smile-even when I’m working Saturday evening-if it doesn’t rain. Outdoor event to cover, don’t you know?
Scoop is here with me. I feel no need to write much about him as things are status quo. If you’re just joining us, Scoop the wonderdog, the world’s finest hound, has been diagnosed with cancer. He only has a few months-but right now, the months are good. We walked about 2 miles over new ground today. Had to take the car in for its 60,000 mile service, so packed in Scoop and away we went. We dropped the car and then walked home. He was was happy to do it, too.
I have a new article up for your perusal at a members only publication for Broughton Hotels and Hospitality-but it runs a unique website that allows any and all to see it. My piece is on the Chappellett family and winery.