I get the sense you are wondering what life is like for me out here. Well I'll tell you.

Life is pretty easy, mostly because I have no family obligations most days, whereas back home I have family, which means I am often going to do some work, or go to a birthday party, or what have you. So I have very little to do with my free time but run around and do stuff. Especially now that my honey is busy all the time. So I am on my own most of the time.

Which I'll be the first to admit is also a negative, since a family is a rich life, or a rich man is a man rich with family, or whatever the expression is, the point is that I miss my family. But not having them around kind of feels like being on vacation, since that is the only time I would normally be away from all the people I know and have nothing but leisure time. Plus I don't have the farm, so there's nothing to fix, and I don't even own my place, so there's nothing to work on. Which is making me soft.

This weekend, the blue angels came to town, which are the Navy's aviators, and they fly around in jets all day, while the fleet comes in the harbor. It is basically all marketing for the armed forces, only really loud. It looks incredibly dangerous, since the jets fly in extremely tight formations and do loops and come very close to the tops of buildings. Supposedly a million people came to watch it. I saw a little of it but dipped off to go see open studio, which is when about 1000 artists open their studios and you can see their stuff. First we met up with Mark and Steph for lunch at La Cumbre, which is, to some, the best burrito place around. Then we saw some studios and looked at some art and saw some incredible studio spaces. A lot of really talented painters too. Then after that I went and saw Lost in Translation with Mike, which I thought was honest, if a little maudlin. But well made. I liked it very much actually, only Mike laid into it about how it was about rich people with great lives feeling depressed, and when I looked at it from a class perspecitve, I could see his point, though he was seeing from the point of view of knowing a bunch of rich people himself and being sick of their belly aching.

Then this morning we watched Rocky, which I got yesterday. Rocky is still a great movie, totally holds up. Of course the franchise was bad, but I can't say I didn't feel choked up when Adrianne came out to cheer him on in the last round with Apollo Creed.

Then I went for a bike ride, first out to USCF, where my honey was studying, then up to Mountain Lake Park, by myself. That is in a beautiful area, by Laurel Heights. Then I looped out to the ocean. The surf was up and a lot of people were surfing. Finally I went back to USCF and then back home, which, all told was about four hours on the bike, which is no big deal, but had me pooped.