It's hard to fully appreciate having friends and family around until they aren't within close proximity to you anymore. This is hard to understand for some because currently or up until recently they have been surrounded by named people above and therefore cannot think of a better place to be than as far away from them as humanly possible. Because of this I say, give it time. There will be a moment in the not to distant future that you wish that person who you just got done saying 'annoys the crap out of me' will be longed for a missed. Maybe you'll cry. Maybe you won't. Maybe you get in contact with them. Maybe you won't. But either way, the point is made that this person that was once labeled 'annoying' is very much wanted by the same person doing the labeling.
This statement has been brought about because of a thought and a sort of epiphany that I had yesterday while running into and spending time with Marcus's and my new neighbors. After running a few errands and coming home to what I thought would be another day in an empty house I find Victor and someone new in our driveway. Dabbling on his truck and greeting me a smile and a 'how are you?' I find that the someone new is Victor's friend and new roommate that he was telling Marcus and I about during a previous conversation. Anyway, the new roommates name is Chad. However, throughout the duration of the afternoon I am calling him David because I someone forget his name in the 3 seconds I meet him and to me he looks like a David. Because of this his nickname is now David Chad. Voila! Getting back to the story, the afternoon was spent with the two chatting and being regailed with stories from their high school years while I fed them brownies. During the conversation Victor and David Chad mowed the front yard in exchange of doing a load of laundry in our awesome washing machine. They also took me on a tour of their apartment which included the attic which was unexpected. The attic, itself, held some pretty magnificent treasures. For example we found a ping pong table, a bunch of Kingdom Hearts posters, a Marilyn Monroe poster and a dryer. Beyond that there was just a bunch of garbage and some old mattresses and bed frames. Upon discovering these unique finds a conjoined decision was made to talk with our land lord about cleaning out the attic and then turning it into a club house for the 4 of us. And the name, because of course every great club house has a name, would be Club Monroe. Either that or Club Marilyn. The name is still up for debate but either way it's going to be spectacular. After all was explored we went back down to Victor and David Chad's apartment got some adult beverages chatted a spell longer and then went outside to drink and throw a frisbee.
While outside we chatted some more, put the lawn mower away and Marcus came home. A while later, but still outside, a firetruck and ambulance pulled up in front of us to pay our next door neighbor a visit. Why? We still don't know because they went in the house but didn't come out with anyone and then left as if nothing happened. While all of this was going on our favorite house neighbor (ie: drunken crazy southerner) came out to pay us a visit. Now keep in mind that when I say he payed us a visit I mean he drunkenly stumbled over to the group of the 4 of us asking us for our phones. At this point you might again be finding yourself asking why? Well luckily I have a reason! It's because a. he's drunk, again; b. he is locked out, again; and finally c. because his son (who we all know) is the only one with a key. This is not the first, second or third time this has happened so we all have his son's number saved in our phones and as a group effort we each take turns calling Rick (who is his son) to see where he is until he finally shows up to claim his locked out and drunken father.
So that was my yesterday. Just when you think it's going to be yet another boring day in the life of paradise, our lovely neighbor comes over to mix things up.
Anyway, getting back to the point of this blog entry. Before all the going-ons of yesterday happened I was sitting on our lovely porch lonely for company and some good conversation. I miss coffee, drives, barnes and noble, the 'treehouse' and sharing similar memories and new and old stories with a good friend.
Beyond that, today I had a job interview for a nursing assistant position in Wellsboro. It's a hour away, the drive isn't to to bad but it's still a long ways away. Especially with gas prices as high as and unrelenting as they are. Of course the interview sounded like it went well but so did the last. I'm not holding my breath. More applications and resumes have been sent out today but for now I am going to take a break from the endless job search and what you may think is an endless blog post and am going to water my plants.
Thanks again for reading and sorry again for the long post.
While I was blogging I had some reoccurring thought processes I just had to get down. Tid-bits if you will. Either way, I had to put them down because each inspires an exhaustingly long thought process that I want to get to but not today. Anyway, here they are.
+I still do the best thinking while driving.
+Good is small doses.
+Revelation: This world is nothing more than a giant bullshitting contest. And whoever is the best without being written off as rambling and/ or crazy wins.
+A million motorcycles and I'm not riding one of them.
+Music really is the best cure.
+Geometric tan lines. er, burn lines.
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