Writing Again

Well I see more than a month has gone by since I posted on here. Where does all this time go? Minutes turn to hours, hours to to days, days to weeks. What a droll existence! Meanwhile, Scout is still adjusting to the loss of her brother, Buster. As am I. As is Connor. That was the last thing I wrote about on here. Funny how one little animal becomes so entwined in our lives. This is why I don't support the use of "emotional support animals" to try and avoid the rules of society. As if those pets were somehow more special to their owners than anyone else's. News flash: ALL pets are emotional support animals. That's why we have pets.

Today was a pleasant day though. I didn't get a soul-repairing trip to the bay this week. I need to, and soon. It just wasn't in the cards this week, though I certainly contemplated it.. But I started this morning with a 4-mile walk along the river in Old Town, followed by some laundry and vacuuming at home, followed by some margaritas at Chili's courtesy of my last gift card, received pre-Covid. And then, not to be outdone, I did a 5-mile bike trek on the paved bike trails around Natomas. I ended up at Orchard Park, where this shot was taken. There's...so many nice, paved bike trails around here. All interwoven and spreading across the land. The more I explore, the more I find new ones. This one was new to me, and it had several paths in various directions that I had neither the time nor stamina to explore. Not today anyway. But today was an acceptable substitute for the Bay Area. So it was a good day.

I also stopped by the townhome this evening, just to check on things. No progress seemed to have been made in the last several days. I've been trying to get an update on construction progress for over a month now, to no avail. I just want to know when it will be done, when I can move in. It keeps getting delayed due to this ridiculous pandemic. I'm ready to end this apartment existence and have my own place again; to finally pull my things from storage and create a "home". Sigh. Keep waiting I guess.

And now it's getting cold, and the wind which has been with us all day is intensifying. Supposed to rain tomorrow. After being around 90 degrees the past week. Pick a season California! But I do like the gloomy weather, so it will be a nice change come tomorrow, if not entirely conducive to outdoor activities. And Connor and I just got to use the community pool for the first time last week! And now it will be far too cold to use it. 

And that reminds me, I need to write sometime about dreams of the future and potential places to live, after the townhome and after Connor goes off to college. Places more temperate and delightfully appropriate for the retirement which keeps inching closer. It's good to dream about such things, I think. But I don't want this post to go on so long...so I'll save it for tomorrow. Hey, I'm writing again anyway. Perhaps I can keep it up...