Readers and Painters and Spontaneous Blabber

I found a guy at work that doesn’t watch television but is an avid reader. He is not actually a southerner (not born and raised) so that might explain it. At least someone else here reads. Granted, I have not gone out much, but I am pretty sure most people I work with are not readers. This one is an avid one. I was starting to be afraid I lived in the land of gape mouthed droolers.

And then yesterday I discovered there is a guy at my work who is a painter. And not a bad one either.

It is nice to know that there are people out there here in the south that know more than big trucks, football and beer.

Speaking of beer, I haven’t had one since September. I have had two small glasses of wine in all that time and that is it. Cigarettes are not even something I think about anymore.

I am still reading all things Catholic. That is, when I even have time to read. The Spanish I had to back-burner for a few weeks and am hoping to get back into this weekend. I was really enjoying that.

Writing. Uff. Writing. I got to try to fit that in somewhere. If I am not inundated with housework and repairs then I am driving two hours on the week end to the parent’s place.

I am a very poor time manager. The painter guy at work works as much as I do, is a single father, and finds time for the painting and I bet other things as well.

Of course, the other day I was thinking about rewatching the BSG reboot for the third time. Perhaps if I got to the writing and put that important piece on the back burner, then I would have time for the writing!