I thoroughly enjoy 65* nights. Unfortunately, they seldom happen in July around here. Last night was one of them.

And I wasted it.

My thoughts segued into wishing fuel was cheaper and there were fewer projects to complete at the house. That way I would spend a couple of hours driving all over the countryside with the windows down enjoying the wind snaking up my shirt-sleeve and through my hair. I'd find some farmer's field, walk out to the middle and just sit down and watch the sunset.

Then, I would head home and sit on the back deck with my sweetie and talk over the sound of the cicadas and tree frogs until the Summer Southern moonrise was just over the treetops. We'd throw open all the windows in the house and turn the attic fan on low and enjoy the coolness of the evening without running the electric bill through the roof.

Instead I just went to (s)Lowe's and got some stuff to finish a couple of projects this weekend. Came home and bothered with the lawn mower some more and got all sweaty and pissed off, didn't get anything really accomplished, and then stayed up way too late unwinding.

I should've just gone fishing.

I just realized

My 15 yr old cursed, out loud, in my presence, on Friday.

It took me over 4 days to comprehend that.

He was quoting his boss, but he said "5h!t" in front of me, his Mom, his Aunt & Uncle and maybe even a grandparent (kinda doubtful on that one, but it was at their house).

It didn't even phase me. Other than to wonder if the "little ears" were around to hear his very loud self telling the story. He was recounting a story in response to one about his young cousin who used "damnit" relating something to her mother.

His Mom was more worried that he was being loud enough for a grandparent to hear, but I just laughed at his story. It was funny.

It was even better the 2nd time he said it!

Damnit! Now I gotta have a chat with him about using those words when he's not on a construction site.