good news about bad weather

This summer the weather has been unseasonably cold. I’m not a huge fan of the cold but I heard on the radio West Nile Virus has trouble spreading in these temperatures so locally fewer birds (maybe 10 total) and no people had died from that this summer. And think, I never even knew that was something that I could potentially worry about.
Last Thursday my dad decided to put down our 14.5 year-old family dog. Or as my ever-gracious sister put it, “he murdered my roommate.” I didn’t cry about that either but I considered that if I were prone to crying it would have been an acceptable reason.
Friday was my one-year anniversary at Dowd & Guild. I didn’t cry.
Over the weekend someone asked me if I was an introvert or an extrovert. Firstly, if you’ve met my parents you can see why I am completely torn between these two sides. Secondly, who am I supposed to be extroverted with?
On that note some ‘friends’ wanted to go see the meteor shower last night. We camped out in the middle of some private road for 3 hours and I think I saw about 15 total. Not the one a minute I was hoping for but it was still nice and we only had to clear off the road 3 times. Did I mention you can’t see meteors during the day? Actually you have to wait until it gets dark. Anyhow I didn’t get home until 1am, so I’m thinking of going back to my friendless life where at least I can go to bed at a decent hour.
Last summer I went over to the Bonnington’s a few times to learn how to do things with wood. Rich did teach me how to tie my shoes so this is a natural progression. After a year long hiatus (humm, I wonder if there is a correlation between that length of time and the length of time I’ve had my job?) I started up on the lathe again last week. I am going to make a set of salt and pepper shakers. Working with my hands is very gratifying. I think by the time I own my own house they will be completed.
I’m not planning on moving back to Nicaragua, I’m just going for a visit. I bought my ticket for $100 so it seems I’m set to go. I saw the name Sampson on some report I was reading yesterday and it reminded me of Sampson’s in Nicaragua. Whoever is organizing my time there should make sure we go there.