Got to see Ed and the mess known as his knee. It’s not good. Like most guys who are great at the types of things that he does, this is Ed’s personal hell. He’s a tinker. When he’s not fixing TV transmitters, he’s plotting his next project or in the middle of doing one. Last I heard, he is super close to having all the necessary parts to build a wind powered generator for his house. Of course, this is a house that is yet to be built. A one room, two level home, all sorts of intricacies that are too numerous for even my comprehension. However, Ed’s pushing himself with his leg. He stepped on it wrong while we were there, and combined with his diabetes, he nearly passed out. He still gave me a hefty, pirate’s welcome when I walked in. And what about surgery? Ed finds out tomorrow.
Summer is here, and I love it. It might be hot and humid in my apartment, but I’ll live. Only a month and a half to go until I’m out of this place. Life is going to change at that point, but things are starting to happen now. In your stereotypical, blog way, that’s all the detail that I can really give. For the sake of my career, I have to keep it that way right now. I can say that things are good, and they are bound to keep getting better. I’m doing my best to keep my frame of mind that the bottom can drop out at anytime. In this business, that’s rule number one. For now, I can’t wait to move out of this tiny little sauna. I have never felt that way about any place that I have lived in before.
Dare I say it… I just might be growing up. It’s a shame that I don’t act like it. Even my godson, Ben, told me I was “weird” last weekend. It’s good that he’s figuring this out early.