A pleasant autumn day

I went out to see my folks Sunday morning. We had breakfast in Wellington, then headed out to the farm. I love an early Sunday morning in farm country. The dew was sparkling off the fields, the air was crisp, I could even taste it.

During breakfast, we discussed the bailout (none of us like it!), and politics, and what everyone was up too. Dad and I shared a good chuckle when Shane's name came up because Dad can't talk politics with Shane without the two of them getting pissed off. Shane tends to dominate the conversation. I told Dad that I can't talk politics with Shane either, and we both have the same views! (I know you're gonna read this bro, and when you do, just imagine me sitting here, snickering) After breakfast, back at their house, I stood by the wood-burning stove, enjoying the fire I had recently started, and saw, on the 'fridge, where once was a picture of "W", there was now a picture of John McCain and Sarah Palin. I had to give dad a shot about that, and offered to get him a picture of Barak Obama.

We all walked out to see how the demolition of the grainery was coming. There isn't much left anymore. Mom and Neph have most of the wood either piled up neatly to save for firewood, or in a bonfire pile to burn one of these days. There were some concrete blocks, and some stone there still to be moved, but mom didn't want me to move them. I did pick up some nice stones for the front of my house. Mom kept trying to get me to take more of them, but I didn't want to load the truck down too much, or have to unload them when I got home. I did pick up two really nice ones for my front yard.

The rock in front must weigh 150 lbs. It was tough to get up into the truck. Now it's peacefully sitting there, not needing to be moved, zero inertia.

I sat for awhile with my dad, on the back porch, just enjoying the morning and chatting. I could hear the occasional train horn, the wind rustling the pre-autumn leaves, and Mom's cat purring deeply in my lap. It was very relaxing. Dad mentioned how he liked to sit there and think about all the projects he'd like to do. He mentioned that he could sit there for hours, thinking about the projects that he'd like to do....which sounded just like me. I can sit for an hour imagining just how Shelby's playhouse would look, what materials it would need, what tools, the roofing, and paint, and double-hung windows (two of them). I could spend another hour putting it together in my head, imagined weekends drifting past, trips to the hardware store, the smile on her face...and never get a damn thing done! (Hey bro, now I'm chuckling at myself)

Mom had copied a picture of Tina from this blog, and put it up on the family collage. She was disappointed when I told her that Tina and I had broken up, and that I was interested in a different woman. I didn't go into too much detail, because as of now, we're just friends, but who knows what the future holds.

I headed home to take Katie for a walk, then did some yard work, while the weather was nice. I ended up sitting in the back for a bit, and started a fire. I drank some apple cider with a shot of rum, while I cooked a couple of hot-dogs over the fire. Katie was laying on the ground next to me and I watched the stars come out. It was a nice end to a pleasant day.