Labor Day

Gloriously labor free, though I am tempted to paint. My Dad is in the kitchen preparing steaks for a family cook out, and I am for the most part rather bored. My old friends have all travelled back to college towns so none are left to cheer me. The locals are a rather rough crowd so I don't hang out with them much especially on holiday when they will be celebrating with smoke and drink. Gas is becoming something of a dream. Thought of, wished for, and dreamed of but even with a full tank seldom used. My gas guzzling old truck only dreams of racking up some highway miles and my poor dog rather begs for a truck ride whenever I go outside.