Well that was a nice weekend, wasn’t it? Weather-wise, a little something for everybody, assuming you like sunshine or fog.

I didn’t get much accomplished, except that I managed to fork over $215 for a new window for the camper on my pickup. Long story short, it got busted, had to be replaced. One of those things.

The book and author festival in SB was nice. I got to hang with some good people and hear Gerald Locklin read. So it was good, except that’s where I discovered the broken window.

I did some laundry, played with the dog, watched football (Way to go, Fresno St!) hung out with my folks and friends, rode my bike around town … stuff like that. Oh, I put OpenOffice on my desktop comp, because my MS Word is acting up. It’s pretty cool.

But first, I was wondering this tonight:

Imagine your home and town were about to be assaulted by a dire storm – say, for instance, Hurricane Kyle. And you have a choice: You can be a little kid, and have grown-ups taking care of you, keeping you safe. Or you can be an adult, a parent with children in the path of the storm.

Which would you choose? Would you abdicate your adulthood in have instead that feeling of security your parents presumably gave you in their love? Or would you trade the luxury of innocence and helplessness, for the powers imparted to those old enough to vote and procreate? Keep in mind, if you don’t choose dependence, you must be willing to protect.

Me? Sometimes I miss being a kid.