(3:37PM) I've been off the clock since three, yet here I am still sitting in front of the cybertube attempting to formulate something to toss into a blog. The day has gone where the others usually go and my plan is to leave from here to go in the direction of Wally World to get a tire fixed for my lawn mower. It appears the valve stem went south on me, and I'm not really sure when it happened, only that when I decided I'd had enough for the day a few days ago I happened to notice that one of the front tires wasn't looking quite right, and as it turned out, it wasn't. The tire itself had broken lose from the wheel and it was just flopping around while I kept driving on it. Once I got it back to the garage I quickly took it off and made sure I hadn't damaged anything else.

My hope is that I can take the tire to Wally World and they can get me fixed up so that I can tear into the jungle in my yard when I get back home, but the thought is also cruising through my mind that I might just want to kick back and grab a cold one when I get home instead. I'm not really feeling all that motivated at the current time to do battle with the vegetation, but I know the longer I wait the more it will grow. Considering the time I guess I will make an exit for the door. There's just one more day and I'll be able to call it a weekend, and I could really use one of those, but they're not the way I used to remember them, and I think I'm gone now.

(11:57AM) The remnants of Hurricane Gustav hang overhead, but one would hardly think this was the leftovers of a category three hurricane. I guess leftovers have to go somewhere no matter what kind they are. I happen to like rainy days myself, contrary to the song that speaks of the them and Mondays. I'll vouch for the Monday part, but rainy days and me get along just fine. For me there's a certain peace that comes out of it. I could sit and listen to thunder and the pat of raindrops on a roof all day long if the weather was right for it. And there goes the bell signaling me to get back to doing my thing, and I'm gone now.

(3:13PM) I guess this marks the end of another day, and I really didn't get started with anything as far as the blogging part goes, but whoever might happen to read this, you didn't miss anything. It was just another one of those ordinary days that started out going nowhere, and by the time the day was over with I got to where I was going. I've got a little errand to run as in going to Home Depot, where I can do it and they can watch, to get a ballast for a flourescent light fixture that has gone belly up on me. While I'm in that general neck of the woods I'm going to probably make a stop at Wally World because I have this sudden itch for some Bud Light Lime. If the opportunity presents itself later on in the evening I may come over and drop some brain drain in here once more, but if not, there's always tomorrow, and for the moment, I'm gone.

(4:48PM) This reminds me a lot of a different time in cyberspace, a time when I first began the idea of blogging and how indecisive I was at being able to stick with anything for very long, and I don't think I ever really grew out of that stage. But here I am again, and hopefully this time I'll start on a right track and stay on that track, not veering off to the right or left and winding up somewhere that I shouldn't be. So, here's to new beginnings, and all that other good stuff, and now it's on to life as it is and anything else I get the itch to toss any verbage on.

I've been debating inwardly a lot as of late regarding an upcoming event where a bunch of people who went to my old school will be converging on that school to rehash the hash of days gone by. For this guy it's been over thirty years since I stepped in the place, and over thirty years since I've seen a lot of the faces I used to walk the halls with. At first I thought the idea of going was on the side of very kosher, but the more I thought about it the more I started to wonder if it was really going to be all that kosher. I don't have a lot of fond memories of my high school days, and even though I know people change with time, my memories haven't. While there are some faces I wouldn't mind seeing again, there are a number of faces I don't have any warm fuzzies about ever seeing. Let's just say they left an impression on me that soap and water can't touch.

I've got a couple of brothers and a sister who might make the trek down to the old stomping grounds, and if they do that's fine. Their memories are different from mine, so I'm sure they'll have a good time with it. This event of which I speak is supposed to be a three day affair, and I don't have all the particulars as to what is going to take place, but I do know there is a homecoming game that weekend and there is supposed to be a dance, and after that is over those who still want to shoot the breeze will be going to some night spot that I've never heard of and have no idea where it's located. It's probably located somewhere out in the deepest darkest part of redneckville.

I know it would be nice to see some of the old faces, but as I mentioned before people change. There are two guys who work in the same place as I do that I used to go to school with. One was the valedictorian of my class, and while I sometimes exchange howdies with him when I pass him in the hall, we hardly ever speak, and it isn't because either one of us is stuck up or anything like that. It's just that I'm involved with doing my thing, and he's involved with doing his, and we rarely cross paths during the day as a result. The other guy happens to have graduated with my little sister, who was four years behind me in school. I remember him as being this little kid with a big smile. Now he's a much bigger, and older kid, but the smile hasn't changed all that much. This guy also happens to be my boss, or as of two days ago was my boss. Occasionally he and I will talk about some of the old days and some of the people we knew way back when, but outside of those few occasions we rarely speak. He's a hands off kind of manager, so as long as I get my work done, I rarely see him.

Many are the times when I wish things were different when it comes to people I knew. I wish I was tighter knit with some of them, but it just isn't that way, but if anyone I went to school with needed something from me I'd more than likely go out of my way to help them out any way I could, except for maybe a couple. The ones that come to mind were real jerks in those days, and something tells me they probably didn't change much with the passing of the last thirty-three years.

This thing of the alumni reunion, as it's referred to, doesn't happen until the second week of October, so I've got time to mull things over in my mind as to whether I want to go or not. I may get a wild hair and go just to see if anyone recognizes me, and we shall see how it all plays out. At the moment I am disinclined to do it. I'd rather stay home with a cold one in one hand and a remote in another, and with that thought passing before my mind's eye, I'm gone.