redeyevision

Ahh, it's the summer doldrums right now. Increasing humidity, rinse...repeat. Wake up. Change the baby's diaper.

It's an easy familiarity. I signed up for it.

This is how our life passes before us, during these days of sleeping routine, til one day you realize you missed them...somehow.

I'm actually looking forward to the St. Michael's picnic this Saturday, strange as it sounds. I'll put Shredder in a fishing derby while I grab some beer, intolerant stomach be damned.

I now live across the street from the soon-to-be-formed holy trinity of commerce.

Within walking distance there is our church, St. Micheal's which I attend once a year, in which my wife attends 3 times a year to bone up for purgatory.

Then, there's Kroger, the best grocery store Kentucky can come up with, which I attend 5 times per week.

That's the problem with living across the street from the grocery, I treat it like a convenience store. No list, no problem, I'll get it tomorrow.

The completion of this trinity is a Starbuck's, opening anyday now. Barista Brat will be proud.

Well, it had to happen sooner or later, it's in the scripture, right? I mean, what are savings accounts for?

So the picnic's got more promise of fun than Duece's baptism the following Saturday. If I could figure out a way to get drugs, or at least drink inside my tee-totaling family, then the dynamics could change.

Bam's family? No problem, they bring their own stuff.

I'm waiting for autumn, there's more action.