What I go through

I have found that sometimes when I sit down in front of the keyboard I have very little inspiration from which to draw. I suppose you, as the reader have found that out as well. Unfortunately, I don't think this is really very remarkable. I suppose that anyone who would try to write something every day would find him or herself running on empty from time to time.

Last night, I came home from a closing which was originally scheduled in Pike County, somewhere between Hollonville and Concord. The place was a cattle farm way out in the middle of nowhere. As I travelled out 362 toward Hollonville, I ran across few drivers. The sun was drifting down toward the horizon and the pastures were a vibrant green from the recent rains.

I turned off of 362 down the Concord Road toward Concord. After several miles, I cut off that road down Caldwell Bridge Road, a gravel road which is middling maintained. I saw a lot of cattle and damn few people.

I find that when I am trying to find someplace which is strange to me it takes me longer to get there than it does to return. At least that is the way it seems. Neverthless, I finally found the cattle farm and pulled off the road and up and over the hills to the house. When I got there, a guy in jeans and no shirt was mowing the yard around the house.

I knocked on the door and no one answered. About the time the guy came around the corner of the house on his riding lawnmower, he saw me and cut the engine. I asked him if he was the borrower and he said no.

I went back to my car to wait and try to contact the borrowers on my cell phone. Of course, we were too far out in the country to get a good signal. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of trying to reach the borrowers, I headed back down the gravel driveway to the road.

It occurred to me at that point that this was the same people for whom I had conducted a closing at the beginning of the month. With that in mind, and continually trying to reach them by cellphone, I headed north toward Brooks.

About the time I reached the general area of their home, I caught them on my cellphone and verified that they, indeed, were expecting me at their house. So, I continued on to their house and conducted the closing rather quickly and headed home for the evening.

Cindy and Kate had eaten so I caught a couple of hotdogs on the way and got home to relax a little before bedtime.

At ten, Cindy informed us that we were going to bed early. I dressed for bed and climbed into our bed and read until I fell asleep. That seemed fine until about 12:30 in the morning, when I woke up again. Cindy had got up out of bed and when she returned to bed and started snoring heavily, I slipped out of bed and went upstairs to try to sleep in the bed above our bedroom. After several hours of fitful thrashing and treading down the stairs to turn down the thermostat so the air conditioning would come on, I finally got comfortable enough to go to sleep.

This morning I am very tired. Fun, fun, fun. A new day of fun for Tommy.