It is a happening Saturday night in the life of me. Baby and Brainy Bird are at their dad’s, and I am sitting in front of the television watching “The River” off my DVR. I will have to stay up for at least another couple of hours afterwards. This show scares me. I am sure to have nightmares.
It is a good night to stay home. The day has been cold and rainy; I can hear distant thunder. I would turn on the fire place, but it does not give off much heat, and I do not need the ambiance here by myself. I am thankful for the rain, everyone around here is thankful for the rain after the long drought. Food always tastes better when you are starving, right?
The thunder is picking up in intensity, and so is the television show…one of the main characters just discovered a member of his crew hanging from a tree, skinned alive. Is this what it takes to entertain America now?
At just the right moment, my doorbell rings. Yeah, I jumped. I still have not mastered living alone. It was not an evil spirit wanting to murder me. Instead it was one of the most kind spirited people I know, the Canadian Man, my neighbor from across the street. He came over to let me know that I had left my garage open. Little miss scared to be alone forgets to close garage. I am sure my neighbors wonder about me from time to time.
Starting to doubt this show…This guy is all alone in the forest and his dog is the only thing that he can find to eat
I am considering opening a bottle of wine, but I am not sure that wine and public blogging are the best combination. Although, my life is already an open book, and I really have nothing bad to say. I love my family, I have amazing friends, truly good neighbors, a great job, an awesome boss who has an awesome boss, and super cool co-workers. I am truly happy in life. Okay, bottle of wine and blog post #2 coming up.