dwell
At home in the modern world
…or so the goes the tag line.
I have started buying home mags of late. Why am I starting to feel a nesting instinct? I’ve lived so many places: Texas, Maryland, Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, Texas, Alaska, Iowa, and now Oregon. I have had a couple houses. I can’t say the I actually liked either one of them. Now, I am at a point where I want to get all of my shit together and start living more honestly. I want a home of my own. A place for myself and my stuff. I want a place where friends appear uninvited but always welcome.
I guess that’s never really going to happen. LOL. I’m never fucking home as it is! I always feel a certain wanderlust. I love to travel. I love being on a bike with nowhere to go and time to burn.
But lately, I’ve been buying copies of dwell…
This week I have stayed off my bikes. I keep having a feeling of dread. So, I am not riding at the moment. I am content to lock myself away in my 4 wheel drive cage pay for my low mileage numbers (12 mpg) and listen to a Queensryche disc on randon repeat.
Maybe this weekend I will venture out. I really want to get out to the east end of the Gorge and ride the other section of the Historic Highway.
I have to laugh at my own predictability at times. Tonight I got home after 21:30. I immediately sat down in front of my computer and started writing stored procedures and a blog entry. I queued up a Dokken album, One Live Night, cracked open a Clementine Izze, and started to code… But now I’m starting to fade. It’s almost 23:00 and I know I will keep editing and appending until dawn if left to my own devices.
G’Nite
