1950 beach house reno: December 2016

As if on cue, the scrappers grabbed the old 4 ft water heater from the curb almost as soon as Al and I set it out on the curb.

It sorta reminds me of the scrapping job that Han Solo did for some cash in one of the Star Wars movies---Princess Leia died today, I could have predicted that after she came in from a London to LA flight in arrest and they were performing CPR for 10+ minutes.

Still sad. She played an awesome, empowered character. And she was in the Blues Bros, too.

Damn lots of people dying, and all I have had to deal with was divorce. I suppose it could have been worse.

I met a guy, not sure yet if he's a naked bus driver. Time will tell. But he's foreign born, so some is lost in translation.

I have still much to paint.
I learned how to use the air nail gun today, it was fun, I tricked out the cats feeding area, modified/made from the old cast iron bathtub. Also spray insulated.

Al has been great! I'm pretty sure he's one of the guardian angels that Dr. Pat talks about. He sent me some scripture on forgiveness. I'm not there yet---can't even forgive me. I'm not sure I've forgiven Dad, but he has been dead a long time ---29 years.

I want to start working on the book, but I will not do that until the house is done and I have moved back in.

So perhaps I will work on it as I'm flying to Japan. What a good use of my 56 hours in the air.