This past weekend was great. Nothing like sitting by the window watching, hearing and feeling the rain come down. Beating everything in its path, the trees, the cars, the pavement, Terry. Everything was soaked and my room was cool. I hate nothing more than the heat and I'd gladly give up a weekend of riding to enjoy a nice cool breeze whipping through my room.
I took the opportunity to catch up on some reading and to just stare out the window and observe. You know on my block, there are two bare slots where trees should have been planted. I wouldn't mind seeing those plots made right. Mental note to call 311 tomorrow to inquire about it. Watching rain gather and run by the side of the curbs, that has to be one of the most... calming and relaxing experiences.
The rain, as long as you aren't caught in it also makes you think. And thinking leads to nothing but trouble. Revolutions, torture, mass genocide. I'm sure all these things were thought up by bored folk sitting by their windows on a rainy day. I've come to the realization that there's something missing in my life. I'm not feeling inspired, I need something to hold onto and fill me up inside. Wrestling, architecture, LPhiE, SASI. The baton has been passed from one to the other and it feels like I need to find something new to dedicate myself to. I'm looking for change, but I don't know where.
In the meantime, all the projects I've steadily added to my list over the last few years. It's time to buckle down and start cranking on them. First one up, that Threadless / bathtub shirt I've been sketching out. Someone smack me over the head if I ever complain about not having something to do. It's supposed to rain for the second half of the week. Let's hope I don't have too much time to contemplate.