Random thoughts

Sometimes, when I'm reading my own blog, it's like I feel I have a responsibility to it -- to fulfill some higher calling. As if every posting has to be some profound conclusion, or some profound event, or something worth mentioning.

I don't really have anything interesting to say, other than I'm still looking for work, and that I hope to go to Idaho this weekend, because I have three days off. I wish I could say that something profound will happen -- like my wife and I will come to an understanding. It's unlikely, but that doesn't mean I can't -- or shouldn't -- try. I will. I have to. I must.

I went to one of my favorite places on Earth over the weekend. Wine country. I don't drink, but I went there with Cowboy Jason to visit his mom. Interesting contrast, those two. Let's just say this: If Jason is a T-bone steak, his mom is tofu. Get it? Anyway, I went there to visit Jason's mom and provide transportation. We hit the beach, and in a poignant moment, spread the ashes of Jason's grandpa in the rocky Pacific Ocean. Never have I ever been a part of something like that before.

We also visited the town where they filmed Alfred Hitchcock's classic, "The Birds" and visited the schoolhouse featured in the film. That was fun.

Now, I'm patiently waiting for some good news here, as always. I wish I had more time to spend with the kids. I wish their mom and I could communicate better. I wish for a lot of things. I have for a very long time.

We'll see what transpires here. Stay tuned.