Drizzly December
I woke up super early from a super stressful dream this morning. I was living at home with my parents, and Greg came over to take me fishing on his boat. He showed me how to tie up some hooks, but when it came time to go, I wasn’t ready. He was in a rush to get on the water, and I was stressing about how to meet him at the dock when I woke up. I was stressed out enough that I got up to check my blood pressure, but it was still good.
I went back to bed for a little bit while Summer got up for work. Eaddie got up around lunch time and took a shower, but then went back to her room all day. I saw rain in the forecast, so I took the dogs out for an early run. The ground was more wet than yesterday, so I had to take it a little bit slower with them so I could avoid getting myself wet. The basin had drained down just enough for us to pass through, and Stilgar looked longingly over the water at the geese. We made it to my parents’ house where they had been out delivering egg rolls.
After I got the dogs back home, I called Kevin to see if he could show me the hangar space they said I could borrow for my motorcycles. He was working in the big hangar, but drove me out to his where there was just enough room to squeeze the bikes in and keep them out of the weather.
I didn’t stay long, and stopped by Sonic for some fancy sugarcookie Dr. Pepper drink and a soft pretzel. When Summer eventually made it home from work, we went back to my parents for egg roll salads. I missed it, but somehow Eaddie ended up getting a camera from Dad, and I warned that she would need to be taught how to use it. I’m not sure she has enough interest to learn herself without someone showing her, since she has so much going on with school and extracurriculars there.
We got back home as the rain continued to get heavier, and the girls went to their rooms while I gathered up the Model 3 accessories I had been hoarding. I don’t know how I keep getting my new cars on rainy days, but hopefully tomorrow won’t be too bad.
The week between Christmas and New Year’s