  I thought to put up the misting system early today so as not to be out in the yard with a hammer in the heat of the day. Wise of me because its already in the 90s. And wise to do it properly so that Dad doesnt howl at my arbitrary attitude of good enough. It looks smashing, and it works like a dream. The book reading will be even more enjoyable today. Getting a tan makes my fat look somehow healthy. Im feeling less insecure around Kyle, around the pool with the other neighbors who gather there each day. Ive been good about getting exercise each day, resulting in no significant weight loss but definitely making the chub look more proportioned. I look more like an athlete these days than the image of a hobbled drunk that I used to carry with me.
It takes so much longer to get into shape with all the pain that reminds me moment-by-moment to take it easy. Lowering my expectations of what Im supposed to look like in my mid 20s is helping too as much as I still struggle with resigning to being older, broken, and pained. Kyles gone for the weekend. Two of his friends drove in from Arizona last night and arrived before Kyle returned home from a surf session. I let them in, offered them food and drink to which they refused, and retired back to my station on my bed where I was in the middle of watching Everyone Says I Love You. A musical /and/ a Woody Allen movie? I was sure they were giggling to each other at how nerdy I am. They went off to have dinner and to get drunk while I stayed home, already wiped out from housework and sun exposure. I was already plenty buzzed and just got through with eating an entire crab  why go anywhere? Its not like I can afford sushi and drinks when Im already full and liquored up.
So I set up the inflatable bed for the boys so theyd have a comfy place to pass out when they returned. Last time one of them was here, he passed out on the carpet in the living room. Why, when I have an air mattress and a mushy new couch? I think theyre all trying to act like guest, embarrassed to ask for any special treatment. This morning I found a note on the folded bedding thanking me for the effort. Glad to be appreciated. An email in my mailbox this morning telling me to call a certain someone to schedule an interview. At Sur La Table. Getting the position at GEICO would be more ideal, but I cant bank on any one thing these days. I called the number and left a voicemail. Two hours have elapsed. I have an alarm set to call again at 3.
Kyle has three day-long interviews next week whereas I have nothing. His business degree is taking him a lot further than my LTWR degree, thats for sure. And hes handsome and has all the elite baseball experience behind him. When it comes to sales, selling yourself is the first requirement. I dont think I have it in me. Im too Willy Loman. The familiar horn just sounded in the construction zone in the not-so-far distance. Another explosion is imminent. Its these little excitements that punctuate my long, languid days in the sun. Having time to stare up at the clouds and fuss with the garden wont always be available to me, so Im soaking it up while it lasts. 
