May really crept up on me this year. I'm always surprised when the seasons change. The beginning of a season has me makes feeling like it will last the whole year. They always seem to change faster than I'm ready for. It's May now, and summer is coming on quick.

I'm doing a little digital "spring cleaning" before the summer. I retired my thinkpad, got a macbook neo, learning a few new tricks, and doing some organizing.

I am sitting on my wooden fire-escape deck in 2017 looking East watching the sunset shine againt some distant clouds. I am on the third floor of an aging walk up in a neighborhood full of two-flats and single family homes. It is summertime. I feel a warm breeze across my body. I watch the neighbor's maple tree while it sways with the same wind I am feeling. I hear the sound the tree makes as the wind ripples through it. It sounds like a wave breaking against a beach. The neighborhood birds are singing their last songs before the dim of night quiets them. I can hear the distant hum of the nearby expressway behind the noise of rippling leaves and branches. An icecube in my drink cracks.

I look to my right - South now - across the roof of my neighbor's house to watch the other neighborhood trees. There is something on their roof. I can see its silhouette against the swaying trees further down the block. There is a cat on the roof. I recognize the cat. It is my downstairs neighbor's cat Luna. How did she get over there? She must have jumped from the second floor of the deck across the gangway and onto the rooftop.

My downstairs neighbor's screen door opens. I see light through the deck boards beneath me. A woman speaks Spanish. I hear the cat's name being called. I watch the cat stand up and casually walk down the sloping roof to the eave and make a leap towards home.

I'm listening to audio books now! It's alright!

I turned 36 and lit a campfire

It is very cold here. A status update during the deep freeze.

Tonight is NYE. It's been a long year. Here is a list of my New Year's resolutions

Running a blog is hard, but writing psuedo-anonymously makes it a bit easier and takes some of the pressure off.