Yesterday evening as the sun was setting, Ray and I we’re chatting outside while two dragonflies were buzzing around the backyard.  They seemed to be courting.  Seeing (and hearing) them flitting about with the brilliantly colored clouds in the background made me very happy. 

That’s all I have to say. 

I’ve been struggling with my blog.  I don’t live where exciting things happen.  All I can write about are my own personal ideas and observations–like snakes and insects and heaven forbid, myself.  It must seem pretty boring to my tens of readers. 

What some people may not understand is that I’m happy.  Really happy.  I used to work in film production and play in a band.  I lived in LA and Chicago.  There was always a grind.  A pressure of sorts.  Get a bigger gig.  Get a bigger production.  Go on location for 4 months and work 7 days a week.  I was always on the lookout for something bigger and better.  Over time, it got to be too much for me.  I had to escape.  To tell the truth, I’m much happier hanging with my man in the backyard watching the bugs fly by than going to a big premiere or getting past the velvet rope at a nightclub. 

There are no sirens here.  No gunshots.  No pushy people on the train.  Our 16 mile commute consists of two stop signs and a 65 MPH speed limit.  The best thing of all is a total lack of billboards.  It’s just mountains and sky…and an occasional dragonfly.

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