an inconvenient festivus Balboa
Now I am back in Rhode Island.
Then I was home in TX but now I am home in RI.
I bought a new car, a VW Jetta. Black. Very nice. And what a smooth drive up here. The one regret I have about purchasing it is that I had to bring it up to Rhode Island where I won't get to spend near as much time in it if I were living just about anywhere else (Because everything is so close here--Rhode Island is a small state, if you didn't know). Took me two days again, two full days of driving through some beautiful country. Had great weather for the drive. Of course it's because of global warming. It was in the 60's yeaterday in Providence. 73 today down in Central Park. Not a hint of snow or January. This is sad, guys. It really is.
Ok. I have more to say but my water is whistling, which means time for tea. And I've already put it in my journal, so why replicate my airing of grievances here? So maybe I'll turn back to the season 1 DVD's of 'The Rockford Files' which my Dad bought me. And as for grievances and worries, etc, I guess I just need to remember the words of Rocky Balboa: "It' ain't about how hard you hit, but how hard you get hit."
That's right, if you haven't yet...
Rocky Balboa is a fantastic movie. Fantastic!