Ravings from a Man in an Old White House

At this point, it looks as though I will replace the Little Red Car late next week. It’s exciting and frightening. I’ve had that car since the summer before my sophomore year of college. That’s July 1997. I’ve grown accustomed to the way it lets me roast in summer heat. The bong-y sound it makes on a sharpish turn. The way the accelerator sometimes sticks. (It does not make me gay that I could hear Rex Harrison singing “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face” as I wrote that.) Anyway, I’ve gotten to the point where I know I am just being sentimental, and that I have been procrastinating for that reason. Having recognized the problem, I can conquer it. Now it’s merely a question of money. If my Little Red Car enters a tenth fall with me, lack of cash will be the reason.

I have not felt like posting lately. I’ve been in a somewhat contemplative mood lately, but I haven’t managed to come to any conclusions. I’ve been thinking about maturity and growth; dating, marriage, and children; careers and working; my family; and death. Because of a situation at work, I have been more tired and anxious. The result is that when I get home, I can’t keep my mind on anything long enough to post about it.

I wouldn’t say a lot has gone on since my last post, but there have been a few things. I went out of state to visit my Grandmother. I got her hooked on Firefly and Serenity. I have decided that I really need a new care right now. I have just lived without A/C for too long. Despite my troubles concentrating, I’ve added two books to the “Finished Reading” list. I saw two movies that I really enjoyed. I’ve continued a leftward political shift (I blame Brad). After almost seven years, I played Euchre for the second time. Bridge is next. I have continued losing weight, which is fantastic. I’ve enjoyed some new music and old comedy thanks to Vicki and Mark. I continue to enjoy the new friends I’ve made. I’ve vacillated on whether e-dating sites are worth using and developed a crush on our summer receptionist, who’s seven years younger than I am, mind you.

All in all, I am having a fine enough summer that I have not gotten around to posting much. I don’t really expect to until fall.