Walk your own. in A small but passable life.

It was completely overcast for three whole days. Temps were still in the high seventies, but it looked like it should have been much cooler. Yesterday the sun was almost uncovered. And today the sun made its return. I went to the pool for a few hours.

Yesterday Mom and I went to see Nikki for haircuts. It had been seven months for me.

Did I mention that it has been seven months since I’ve worn socks or shoes? Well, except for the hike Daughter and I went on. That required fat socks and my old busted hiking boots.

My new hat has been getting many, many compliments here by the ladies. Mom doesn’t like the hat and is confused by the compliments. It has always bugged her whenever I’m right or that she isn’t right. It’s like this six decade old thing between us. No big deal.

Not that I’m always right, just that I really don’t give a fuck if I am or not. You know, in the grand scheme of things here on this planet.

Last night the moon rising over the mountain looked awesome. For about twenty minutes during its rise it was obscured by a bank of clouds which made for some interesting optics. Tonight it is supposed to be a full Supermoon. The last full moon of 2017.

The smartphone is freaking me out. I usually don’t carry it with me. But yesterday I did. While Mom was getting her haircut I went to a business next door to poke around. Later, after returning home I got a message on the phone wanting me to rate that business.

That’s just some kind of evil sneaky shit going on and I ain’t having it. Time to remove the battery and wrap the whole thing in aluminum foil and bury it in the desert. Bury it deep.

Ain’t nobody needs to know the paths I walk.

Walk your own.