Come over

I have returned from the other side of the mountains. My favorite little sister and I had tickets to see Pitbull at the Puyallup Fair. Pitbull was fun, the time with my sister was good. And contrary to belief Pitbulls voice is his own and man is it sexy.  So is his swagger. Now I'm back home and trying to settle back in with Nick. Every time I leave I find it hard to settle back into what we have going on.  And man how do I explain that?  Time away makes me miss him, plus I talk about him and then when I get back maybe my expectations are higher? So it takes some to settle back into it. Plus it changes all the time.

The light at seven in the morning has changed as well, as it does every year when fall is just around the corner. I'm listening to the news on the radio and the announcer is talking about his assignment over on the coast earlier this year in Washington State and helping this kid out by buying him some neosporin, hand sanitizer and lunch. Sad stories about kids without jobs, maybe drug addicts, and a depressed area from the recession.

Thankful suddenly for what I do have in my life.

I head down to the bar for my first Sunday off. Sunday football is back in my life. As I sit at the bar on a stool next to Doug he asks me if I'm going to the Skype interview. He has been "approached"

as a "character" because he is and has an interview. He is one of the Roslyn crew of full time locals. Some producer is considering Roslyn for a reality show. Others considering going for it. Can you imagine? I can't imagine it, wanting to give up my privacy or being watched like a hawk. I move outside to smoke and a group of us Roslyn woman sit at a table outside in the September sun at the Pastime drinking and reminiscing. Could our lives and rules that we live by, be considered appropriate content for television? Probably not.

I could see the fun in it but in the long run would not want a camera in my private life.