Shiny Painted Faces

Yesterday, after convincing the Public Library that I really am trustworthy to have my privileges back, I was driving downtown and saw that they are repainting the old mural on the bridge. Not only is the paint new, shiny and not partly peeled off onto the road it's a completely different mural than before. Granted it's probably more appropriate than scenes of the Berlin Wall coming down, ancient history that it is. Considering the blandness of downtown I'm really happy something bright is going to be there and hopefully it'll last just as long as the first one did.

There's something to be said for summer. Surely someone has written something epic and poetic in praise of the season and everything that goes with it. I might even try it myself one day. Today I am reduced to spending a great deal of time erasing type as my wayward bandaged finger is stumbling over the keys like a drunk sailor on stilts. All this free time is getting to me. It's strange and bizarre and so so so boring. I miss school. I miss stress. I miss anything that is not sit in the house, or outside of house or up the street from house. If this is what retirement is like I'm glad I have like 50 more years to go. So against my better judgement I have started Warcracking again. For a few weeks I debated whether to quit all together or at least take a break for a few months like last year. But I like talking to everyone and then the walls in my house tried to eat me so I went back like a bat out of hell.

Last summer was so cool. A pilgrimage to different authors' homes and roots. People I have read and respected since I was a child. But I ran out of authors who lived an easy drive from my house. So August is now the month of new adventures, new places and new calls to my Dad when I get horribly lost and can't find the interstate...again. Woot, all hail Summer!