friday...overkill

Another case of someone dropping the ball, and I have to play catch...

Such is my workday.

So much work, so little time... I was actually contemplating getting up tomorrow at 4 a.m. just to get a head start on what I need to do.

Anza, the little town I live in is having it's local celebration tomorrow, a parade, carnival, and some social style meals. The local casino is having fireworks and music on the 4th. The local indians are having a pow-wow at Pechanga on July 4th weekend. There are street painters (chalk artists) in Temecula this weekend. 

Did I mention that I went to a farm in Temecula and bought fresh blueberries? Yes, they grow them locally now.

How many things can you think off that you wish you hadn't done in your life? Care to venture a count? I know I could never enter politics, got too many skeletons in my closet, way too many. I've been counter-culture too long. Drugs? Done that. Remember, I spent many a weekend in a place called Haight during a time called the Summer of Love.

I need to ride a bike, ride a motorcycle, ride a bus, ride a train, travel by plane, by foot, and by horseback. I need to hike, find solitude, find enlightenment, find wisdom.  I need to start my bucket list...