I don't know what to write about.

And maybe that's a topic of itself.

Why do I not know what to write about?
Maybe it's because I seem to have already written about anything that's been on my mind lately. I guess I feel like I'd be repeating myself somewhat. I could lament about things that I don't like, but that would be pointlessly downer for everyone involved. I could write about the things I've been doing, but then the post would be about three sentences long, because my life, like most of yours, is rather repetitive, day-to-day.

However, I have a bad habit lately of posting only once a week or so, and the last two posts haven't really been about myself (although perhaps that's a good thing; blogging is narcissism incarnate). So I feel the need to write something. So far I've succeeded in writing two paragraphs or so without really saying anything. I feel very accomplished.

Ok, now to actually talk about something that matters.

Marriage is an interesting thing.
One day you can be happy and so in love, and the next you can be at each other's throats. And it doesn't even have to extend to days. Anna and I have had days where our feelings toward each other swing back and forth multiple times in a few hours. It would make for very entertaining drama if it wasn't so much...drama...at the time. It's been a good ride though. I still can't believe how fast we're coming up on a year. It's been so long, and yet so short. I love not having to worry about how soon the wedding is, but there's a whole host of new responsibilities to think about.
I don't mind. I'd gladly take on more responsibility and worry to spend my life with Anna. She's a blessing beyond anything I could have imagined.

I really like my new car. It's clean, runs perfectly, gets better gas mileage than the Jeep did (27mpg avg. as opposed to 20mpg avg.), is comfortable, powerful and quiet. I never really saw enjoying a moonroof much either, but I do. And I'm glad for the opportunity to pass the Jeep on to my brother, who needs a car as much as I did in his position.
I am reminded daily, however, that it is just a car. Just a thing; a possession; and therefore is fleeting. I shouldn't hang on to it too much, nor put too much stock in owning in, much as I do think it's awesome. I think this realization is helped along by the fact that it was not brand new. It's clean, but it's got the little nicks and dings and scratches that are inevitable when driving a car daily. It helps me keep things in perspective and perhaps not be as persnickety as I would be otherwise.

Our tomato plants are starting to bloom! It's awesome. I'm not a failure as a gardener! I've counted a total of 30 budding blooms so far on the two plants. It made me feel very proud of myself, so I guess I inherited my father's green thumb. I have no problem with that. I like the idea of having a large garden.

I want to move. I don't really like Texas, and I miss the greenery and rolling hills of the east. Texas is too dry and brown and flat for me to really feel at home here. I also want a house. A place to call my own and do with as I wish. Have a garden. Remodel. Paint. Landscape. Furnish. Decorate. Populate. :-)
It would be nice.
God willing...maybe soon...

That's all for now.

Ta.