I was just moving some things around in the family room, and noticed the small stack of Surf Report shirts on the rocking chair in the corner. That thing is a catch-all, nobody ever sits there. There are folded blankets piled up on it, and at least one jacket hanging off the back, at all times. Blankets, jackets, and… five remaining Surf Report shirts.
I want them gone. I have 3 smalls, 1 large, and 1 XXL. If you’d like to have one, just donate five bucks to cover postage, and it’s yours. They’ll be mailed Friday morning, and my t-shirt business will be officially over. I don’t plan to ever do them again, so these are the final five. You know, unless I change my mind…
I’ll update availability in the comments section, to the best of my ability. I can’t comment while driving, but I’ll do what I can. In fact, I’m just going to post this now, and keep working on the update. Maybe they’ll be spoken for, by the time I leave for work at 2? After you send the five bucks, please post the size you’d like in the comments.
This is a partial update… more in a few minutes.
And I’m back. As I type this, there is one SMALL left. Anyone want it? Five bucks… They were originally $16. First person to post in the comments that they’d like it, gets the FINAL Surf Report shirt.
I’m going back on the wagon. Screw it. I swore off beer while I was writing the first hundred pages of the new book — which are now in the hands of my agent — and got used to it. I felt an obligation to nature to buy a case of the golden elixir once I reached my writing goal, however, and didn’t really enjoy it. In fact, I felt a little guilty.
Things were going so well… I was sleeping better, reading more, and cranking out some quality dick jokes in the manuscript. Why mess around with it?
So, I’m done for a while. I’m just going to spend quality time with my Kindle, and try to get this book written. I also want to work with Metten on a new Mockable project, and possibly start a new website that will only be updated on Mondays. As usual, I have a million ideas dancing around in my head…
Tomorrow I’m going to launch a full Poppa Half-Shirt assault on our yard. The boys have been mowing and “maintaining” the lawn this summer, and it needs some significant TLC. Half-assery seems to be their motto. So, I’m planning to spend most of Thursday whipping things into shape. And I’d rather go to the goddamn dentist.
Once both of our hooligans are at college, we plan to sell this house and move back to the Atlanta area. That’ll be in roughly five years. We want to buy a condo, or a townhouse, in a neighborhood with restaurants and pubs within walking distance. And never mow another blade of grass, or whack another freakin’ weed.
This has been a great place to raise our kids, but I feel no connection to it. It’s very strange, because we’ve been here for almost 13 years, but it’s never really felt like home. Greensboro felt like home, and so did Atlanta. Southern California? Not so much. And the same goes for northeastern Pennsylvania.
The South seems to be where we feel most comfortable, and if we can get back there before our organs start cutting in and out, I think we’ll be happy.
What’s your five year plan? Do you have one? And do you feel at home where you’re living now? If you have anything on any of this stuff, please tell us about it in the comments.
And I need to go now. Can’t be late… Good god. I’ll be back tomorrow night, or Friday.
See ya then!