Up early and thinking about the end of the trail season. Today's task is to hook up and bring the Earth Module back to its seasonal resting place. The module just barely fits beside the mountain home. Time is marching on. Tommy is supposed to show up this morning to paint the ugly cinder block wall surrounding our backyard. Tommy is a different person. His dad helped cut the whole in the giant tree you drive through in California. His dad was a logger near Yosemite. Tommy's Right arm has some serious dysfunction. Tommy told Kadizzle his pet rattlesnake bit him. The other day Tommy's old beat to death small red pickup pulled up in front of the house. Another nice car followed. It was Tommy and his 90 year old mom. Tommy says we are family and it seems that way.
Tommy is a painter and has done most of the houses in the neighborhood. Every day he is on a ladder as Kadizzle rides by on the ebike. Usually we exchange a few crazy words and go about our life. Who knows what Tommy was addicted to, but now he is in AA or some other outfit. Tommy has his own philosophy that works for him, he always seems happy and ready to go. He likes to hike and used to be a rock climber.
Life is so much about the people you meet. Shy people who do not engage miss a lot. Kadizzle is just the opposite. Everyone is a book, but you have to open the book. Even the dingers, and Hoopleheads have a story.
You are what you are,because you were what you were, when you were where you were. That was the title of a film Kadizzle saw many years ago, but it say a lot. When you talk to someone one thing you find out is what made them what they are. Interesting.
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