passing days

Took Hannah and Wendell to Squid and Ink today. It’s great living basically next door to that place. The ‘chicken fried steak’ was today’s breakfast and was just wonderful. I’ve had one door off the back of the truck for 24 hours since I pulled it to replace the hinge pins and had run out of drill bits trying to drill the old pins yesterday. I went to Home Depot and got more bits and finished the job today. Followed by some lunch at Georgetown Liquor Company with Tori and her mom who had gone shopping for house-prettying-things. When I got home I changed the oil and then hung some curtain and towel rods for Tori.

This house makes me feel old, and I’m okay with that. Tori and I started a BBBS Bowl for Kids Sake Team called Team Pancake and my mom sent a photo along of an old BFKS. I talked to Abner and Kristina briefly about old times. Nostalgia’s an interesting beast. I don’t have the words tonight I don’t think to describe how comfortable I am with how things life has progressed and happy with who I am. It’s important, because it’s been a long time coming, but it’s happened by way of many trials and much tribulation.

Anthony made a drunken comment recently that’s stuck in my mind about how “Bryan does whatever he wants”. I ponder how much of being laid back should be described as laid back, or disaffected, or something else. Sometimes I describe myself as being disconnected, but it’s not the best word because looking back upon time and events it’s been a choice. I can recall events where I have purposely chosen to not get involved in drama that brings me no benefits.

I’ve thought about this drama business off and on the last few weeks, prompting a house move, making effort to make less efforts towards hanging out with people who frankly bring more stress ( + drama) than return. Reminds me of Niccomacean Ethics. I should probably pick up reading that again. Lots of things still aren’t settled though, there’s work to be done, house chores, and I gotta get out of the house now that the suns out. Thankfully Julie and I are going snowshoeing tomorrow.

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