One Less Concern

The new owners moved in today. They seem like nice people and they said that I can stay as long as I want to stay. They are about the same age as me, which is okay with me. They are also getting married soon. Another young successful American couple chasing the American dream.

Part of me resents being a renter, but on the other hand I have the freedom to move whenever I want to move. I do not have to worry about the upkeep of a house. Here I am ever drifting.

For a change the weather is nice again here in Wisconsin. I did very little today except meet my new neighbors downstairs and lie outside on my deck for a while.

I did enough drinking last night. I felt fine this morning like I always do. It was just some casual drinking.

My newly married friends from college had just returned from a trip to New York. Now they are moving to a new apartment and are focusing on decorating.

I really don't feel like talking today.

Here I am a few hours later. No, I do have more to say today.

This is a very familiar routine that I go through on a Saturday night. I get depressed. I think that I should be out and about living life to the fullest or whatever. I should be frolicking on the town with my girlfriend and then coming home and snuggling for a while. This person does not exist at the moment so that it is not an option. Then go hang out with some friends for the night. Hey, I did the social thing last night. A social butterfly I am not.

You have to remember that just a few weeks ago Saturday night was a work night for me, not party time. Now here is the part that most people will find hard to believe. I liked it that way. I did my relaxing on the other half of the week.

Now that I have new neighbors downstairs, I have someone that will be aware of my social habits. Hmm, he stays in all weekend. Is he a shut in? They had invited me downstairs earlier to watch the football game and drink beer. Football and beer is not me. So I politely declined. Maybe as time goes by I might hang out with them. I don't know.

So what should I do on a Saturday night? I could try to get in art mode again. Tonight that is not going to happen though. Its too hot. I hate the heat. It ruins my concentration. It makes me irritable. I have lived all my life in Wisconsin and I like winter. I need that balance from the heat.

I think that I will read tonight, if I can concentrate.

Some entries back I talked about The Sundays new album. Buy it. Harriet Wheeler has an incredible effect on me. They have more of a horn sound on this effort, but it works. We are not talking Mighty Mighty Bosstones here by any stretch of the imagination.

Does anyone else picture music as waves of energy? Or is it just me? Here I am bathing in the sound of her voice. Very sensual.

Music has always been a very personal thing for me, which is why I loathe concerts. Crowds of people get between the music and me. It has to be one on one for me.