I’m in Morro Bay packing up my Grandparent’s house. I think the idea is that the family will rent it out as a vacation home until everyone agrees to sell it. I’m the hold out on selling it. We’ll see. When I get home next weekend I think my life will calm down tremendously. Although I’ll get home and David will then fly to New Jersey for business. He gets back and the next day I fly to Denver to see my Jessika and my girls. But that’s calm for us.
If it weren’t for the type of work, Morro Bay ain’t a bad place to hang out. Although today someone has stolen the big rock that sits on the beach. Or the fog hasn’t burned off. I’ll let you know later in the day. From the living room I have a view - when it isn’t foggy - of the ocean, the harbor, and, of course, the big rock. It’s not quite 60 degrees yet which totally rocks my socks. And there is Kelly. Or Carrie. Or Nubbin. Depending on with whom you speak. She is my Grandparent’s black manx cat and she’s been a bit lonely, what with her only company being Will who would come over and feed her. So I have a kitty companion. That never sucks.
Aside from the kitty cat and the rock, I’ve also time to think and ponder things and make some decisions. Never a bad thing. Okay, usually not a bad thing. All in all, I guess it could suck more, but it’s okay right now.
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