Summer's here

Well, it's about time summer started I guess. It's here and miserable. I can't WAIT to go home and swelter in my lovely hothouse. I'm lucky to not live in the dead center of the valley, where it gets really hot. At least I've got some hills around me that help keep things somewhat cool. I just wish I had a pool. I used to go swimming up at my friends house, the family I've babysat and petsat for over the years, but they recently moved to a house without a pool. Too much maintenance...can't say I blame them. Sucks for me though. Melanie's got a pool at her condo, but I really don't feel like swimming in front of all the spectators. What to do, what to do...go home and sweat. Yuck.

I almost flaked on Melanie last night. I had gotten a late start. I got home and started cleaning the house and didn't get to jogging for an hour after I was supposed to. By the time I got home, I was hot, sweaty, tired and just generally run down from the day. I didn't feel like doing laundry. I called her and she said not to feel bad, but she'd come home instead of staying late at work...just for me to come over and do laundry. She usually stays late on Mondays to finish things up. Sooooo of course I felt bad, gathered my clothes up and went over there. I'm glad I did because it's better to get some laundry done than to melt into the couch. I've saved that for tonight. I'm tired again today because I got all stoned with Melanie and then came home and stayed up kinda late watching "American Chopper" with Ron. Well...sorta watching...sorta drooling on his shoulder half asleep. But I didn't get home 'til late again. All because I didn't stick to my schedule.

I'm sad 'cause Ronnie poopie is leaving for Alaska for a WEEK this Saturday. I'm gonna miss him terribly. Hmmm, maybe Pickles gets his separation anxiety from me. I don' want 'im to GOOOOooooo!!!! I'm gonna spend next week sitting in the middle of the livingroom crying and pulling out my hair. I used to freak out when my ex had to leave for weeks at time to fight forest fires. The guy made bank on overtime during the summers because he was always on one fire or another. Here in dry ass desert land California, all the arsonists come out of the woodwork when the temp rises above 90. The shittiest thing was when he'd just be getting home from a three week fire and they'd call him to another one the next hour...so he'd pack up and be gone another three weeks. That was during the time when our relationship was going well. He was an apprentice of sorts and had to do all these fires this one particular summer. It was shitty. At the time when I actually wanted him to get the hell out on fires, he was home all the time. Naturally. But enough about the ex...

I'm really going to miss Ron. But it's good for us to be apart. I guess. I'm all attached to him right now. Oh well, it's only a week. Okay, lunchtime is over. Later...