I’m sorry I haven’t been updating much lately. What seems to be an annual event, the internet has been down at my house since I came back from down south. Last summer, the net was down for over a month and this year, it might happen again.
Good news, Jim’s back from Mexico. Now, the craziness can start. We’re demolishing the kitchen and part of the back yard, and a couple of walls in Matt’s and my rooms. So, over the next couple of months, I’m going to be moving into Matt’s room for a bit while we work on my room. I get to decide whether or not I want to move back, but I think I will. I like being a little farther from the tv in the living room.
On my way back from down south, I saw a white delivery van on the side of the 101. It had caught fire and was melted so much I could see the inside of the engine and almost every other part of the vehicle. The fire had spread to a nearby hillside and it, too, had caught aflame. As the fire crawled on it’s belly across the yellow summer grass, a neighborhood nearby was being evacuated. You could see the smoke for miles.
It gave me some crazy flashbacks to my own inflammatory vehicular adventure. I patted the Red Baron on the dash and said, “don’t worry, that won’t happen to you.”
Funny thing, I’m driving north of Santa Barbara on the 101, and I start tuning into San Diego’s very own 91x. It must be because they’re transmitting out of Tijuana they don’t have the restrictions on how far they can send their signal that other, US-bound stations have. Rock on.