The week of house-sitting is over, and I am back home.
“If we want to have a better world we can’t hope for an Obama, and we should not fear a Donald Trump, rather we should build it ourselves.” – Edward Snowden
My mind is a jumble today.
Someone pulled me aside this morning and pointed out what an asshole I’ve been to him recently. I had to admit it, and I felt awkward about it. I apologized and thanked him. I’ve chewed on it a bit today, and I think it’s something I should work on. I don’t necessarily want to lose my caustic edge, but I don’t want to be an asshole to the great unwashed and every person I encounter in my daily life. That’s a lonelier way to live than I care for, for one thing, but it’s also a waste of talent to boot. That sort of thing should be filtered and only shared when it will do some good, or at least do no real harm.
I’m thankful for today. I’m thankful for my friends, near and far. I’m thankful to be sober and fully dressed and free for the moment. I’m thankful for a roof over my head and food to eat. I’m thankful for my health, such as it is. I’m thankful for George. I’m thankful for the companionship of my dogs. I’m thankful to be in Montrose, Colorado living in a campground. I’m thankful to be surrounded by understanding people, even if they don’t really understand me very well.
I was thinking tonight as I walked off from my rig that it’d be nice to have Christmas lights all over it. I likely won’t do that, but it’d be nice anyway. I’m not about to start secreting sentimental goo here on the Ranch, but I had something of a moment that approached being sweet reasonableness a couple of hours ago, and I enjoyed it while it lasted. My neighbors have some lights on their RV, and I can enjoy those without all the hassle of doing it myself.
We’re supposed to get a healthy dose of snow and cold and wind in the next couple of days. I’m not unhappy about that.