pounding? again?

Martha Stewart (that's just about as expletive as I can get)! I am back in Tumbler Ridge for a few weeks of real live planting. Again. I would cry, but it wouldn't do any good. It makes me want to rant, rail, and tear a piece of hide offa something.

Instead of getting my hate-on, though, I think I'll just list a few things I like, and you can infer what you will about what I don't like.

I like...

...Places without millions of bugs buzzing all around and in my eyeballs.
...Not hurting all over and being overtired all the time.
...Having a life outside of work.
...Not having a compelling reason to cry all the time.

I also like...

...Small houses.
...People who keep promises.
...Anything that isn't suburban.
...Quiet, calm music.
...People who don't consume just for the sake of consuming.
...Art that doesn't insult my intelligence.
...Smooching my wife.

And I really, really like...

...lists.