I'm inside today trying to escape the smoky haze from the ever-present wildfires around the west.
The BattleWagon is parked at my parents house acting as a storage unit at the moment. They are remodelling bathrooms by themselves, which is super inspirational. Retirement projects for me likely won't be nearly as ambitious.
The BattleCart, a 1985 Toyota Tercel 4wd SR5 Wagon, is my daily commuter. It only takes me downtown and back, which is maybe a mile or two round trip. It's been rock solid, though.
I've been slowly accumulating tools since the Great Loss of pre-Covid nonsense. The Matriarch has obtained a Master's Degree in psychology of some sort. She's incredible, now working for a group who's mission is to help people in unsafe relationships. My oldest starts 6th grade here this year. He's stoked, and we are stoked to have him. My daughter is in 2nd grade starting Monday, and as ornery as ever. My youngest is 2, going to full day headstart this school year.
My brother's around this resort town we can barely yet luckily afford to live in. He and I work at the same incredibly awesome pizza restaurant and micro brewpub, an eclectic establishment that has a fine crew and good soul.
That job will possibly breed some more side projects for this blog, which will I hope will be my public journal. In the meantime, I would invite you to join in my Tumblr, "The Chronicles of an Average Dad", where I will be posting content that falls into that bullshit. (If you're a dad, you know that I say bullshit with love, but also, it's still, usually, bullshit.) If you're on Facebook and enjoy respectful and thought-provoking conversation, I also invite you to check out my "Respect" page, a place with daily prompts of questions, sometimes light-hearted, others very difficult, but in a place where everyone can be heard and acknowledged with people who value respect over all else.
Peace be the journey, y'all, and we'll keep you posted.
