on a sunday morning

No sidewalk, like in the Cash lyric. Just here at my desk. Put a big tree on the ground tonight. Or most of it. There's still a big chunk left hanging and I'll just leave it there to dry out over the winter. The part on the ground I can make into firewood. So, that's all set. Next week I'll till up the garden and then tear that rototiller apart and replace the bearings on the tiller shaft. It'd be nice to get the dirt bikes out too and do a little riding. I'd like to check out Drummond Island because I hear the trails are challenging, rocky, not like this infernal beach sand we have here in the lower peninsula. I have to fix motor on the log splitter too cuz that took a shit. More fun and games.

slabrunner

Moving on. Since the last post. Reunion is getting some attention thru Facebook.

Yesterday, cut firewood w/ Mario. Don't know his last name. He's from Rio Bravo, Tamp. In the lower Rio Grand/Bravo on the Texmex border. My wife and I spent one winter in TX. Three months in the valley and three in Austin. Then we took a short trip to New Mexico.

Was thinking today about a picture that a high school classmate of mine posted. It's of the wrestling team seniors my last year there. Anyhow, the funny thing was as soon as I saw it: crying of lot 49 sprang. I thought about that on and off today while at work, although it wasn't at the forefront. I remembered finally that Mike had that picture of the senior wrestlers. I went down into the basement of the old school and found the office where they made the yearbook. There were a couple trestle tables thereon a scatter of miscellaneous prints from the academic calendar and random snapshots. Sports events were probably snapped up and then the social connections as remembrance of friends. I didn't find anything I liked though. I think I was looking for a picture of the particular girl I had a crush on that season...

It's been awhile

It's been a while since I wrote here. I don't know what the point would be of doing so. I guess I could publish a journal but don't really know why. I've heard it said that such writing exercises are an excellent method of self discovery. Why in the hell does someone have to discover him or herself? You live with yourself. You know yourself. Just hang out and enjoy the ride because it's pretty short.

My ride is a Bavarian Motorworks touring motorcycle. Along the way I've come across some unique situations. I've crisscrossed the United States with other riders on a couple trips, but in most cases alone.