Since I’m hitching up either tomorrow night or Friday a.m. and heading north and I can’t stand to go three weeks without seeing Riot, he came out to spend a few days with granny. He arrived Monday around noon.

There’s been a bit of insanity with waiting for the gas company to create a magic quick connect for my RV off of the 250 gallon propane tank that serves the house (a trench was laid for everything to go underground) and when the tank was dropped, the connection was set up. That was an all morning Monday project. Then Monday afternoon and most of Tuesday was the all around handy-man-project of doing a variety of different wiring and other projects. There are still a few minor projects waiting on my return from the trip north, but at least I feel like the main rush of time eaters and $ costs is over for awhile.

Riot and I have been out searching for bunnies and quail that run across the property now and then. There is a big crushed rock pile off of the front drive way and a big crushed rock pile in the middle of the back yard (a somewhere down the line project of pavers and a path through parts of the property). The first night Riot was here it was a major dive right off the top of the pile into a body surfing slam down the side of it. He never slowed down, racing to the top and sliding down the side of it, rolling in it, jumping in it, and was completely happy to run back to the top and start over until I finally made him stand on a paver and hosed him completely down, clothing and all and then had him strip down to bare butt to head for the shower.

The 2nd evening, the handyman/repair everything guy had to leave in the afternoon and returned close to evening with his 5 year old son. Riot and Skyler went absolutely ballistic with the crushed rock piles. Riot ran to the top and looked at me, “I want to dive in!”

Hell…go for it. He did.

There’s something to be said for dirt entertainment value – although I have no idea what it is right now. Our community back yard has been graded and around the crushed rock pile, it is a fine silty dirt that drifts into the air and hangs there when its disturbed. This is where Riot spent most of his time. He rolled in it, swam in it, poured it down the front of his shirt like it was water, dusted it off into the air as he ran around laughing, and in general, he turned into a brown, little, sweat monkey with dirt boogers.

He had to do a time out when he wouldn’t stop arguing over a damn stick that Skylar was playing with. How happy is this kid at that moment?

It was another session with being hosed down and the shower, some food, a movie, and we crashed. He went back to Dad’s house late this p.m.

I have a neighbor on the left, her name is Amy; she came over today and introduced herself. We visited for about an hour. Reminds me of days of old when I lived in other places.

And for the first time in awhile I have nothing to do other than website work and get ready for the trip north. Strangely quiet out here. Nice!