Shimmy!

Friends,

The Santa Ana winds are rolling through my neck of the woods. Yeah, real woods. The interesting thing to note is that there’s a giant pine tree growing up through my deck and leaning on my house. Despite the tree’s hugeness it’s still swinging and swaying in these breezes. I guess if you were ninety feet tall you might sway a little bit too but it’s still disconcerting. A giant tree is smacking against my little house after all.

Just don’t tell my insurance agent. Okay?

I’ve spent the day doing insignificant chores and mulling over my decision to take on San Diego’s Omnipresent Charitable Organization’s far Eastern outpost. Sure, I signed the papers, but what does that mean to everybody back in that little backwater called America’s Finest Just Okay City? Maybe nothing!

Having struck a deal with Mr. Boss about how my time will be spent, I’ll be there as much as I am here. It’ll be like changing labels without actually changing jobs or responsibilities. What’d I get out of it? Nothing whatsoever, but that may change.*

More on the site and the blog and the job later…

Your pal,

bob

* A meeting with Mr. Boss’ boss this week should be interesting—and potentially rewarding. We’ll see…