I love WiFi. This morning, I took Stella with me to grab a cup of coffee and a bagel, unusual for a weekend morning, but I woke up feeling like the world is my oyster and she deserves to be a much more active part in that world.

Its been difficult the last 4 years to include her as much as I’d like to because KoKo, my roommate’s dog, gets jealous if she’s left home alone and usually takes her issues out on my rug. (The only rug in the apartment I might add.) But now that this roommate situation is winding down, I’m not feeling as guilty about leaving KoKo alone as I once did, and the fact that KoKo is in Wisconsin with her mom helps. I guess its all fair, since when Stella has an upset stomach, invariably, she will chew up one of the roomie’s favorite articles of clothing, swallow it, then regurgitate said clothing onto the floor in some corner of the apartment, hidden away for days until it is found and cleaned up.

Life is rolling along at such an amazing pace lately that I can barely catch my breath to see what is happening around me. I haven’t been able to even stop and write about the things that have been happening in my life, the people that have entered and affected it, or the scenes that have given me a moment to pause and say “What the fuck was that?”

For instance, each morning, as I sit at the local Starbucks outlet, sitcom style, with my partners in crime, we watch, with curiosity, as a particular crazy man proceeds to act out his daily drama. Usually dressed in dark brown pants, hanging low off his butt and showing an ample sample of “Plumber ass” he pushes his stolen grocery cart heavily laden with stacks and stacks of newspapers and local street rags. Stopping at each paper racks lining the sidewalk in front of the Starbucks he alternately removes or adds papers from/to his cart/paper rack. Once he is satisfied his task has been completed properly, he reaches down, scratches his crotch, clasps his cart and pushes forward, on to the next set of newspaper racks to repeat his performance for the next crowd of onlookers.

I love the color of life in a city, any city. The individual stories crashing into and bouncing off of each other, coloring, shading, and enhancing each experience of my existence.

This morning, Jr. called me. I’ve been leaving him messages and text messages for the last few weeks (since he professed in a drunken state that we should hang out more before I potentially move, and, he’s always loved me and enjoyed my company, and why didn’t we hang out together more often…). He called me at 5:00 am and left me a message apologizing for not getting back to me earlier, that he knew it was 5:00 am, and that he had just gotten the “shit kicked out” of him and was off to the emergency room. His message went on to describe the gash on his head, the potential broken nose (cause it just didn’t feel right) and the blood covering his apartment. Oh yeah, and the broken window from when he stumbled into it and broke it as he was entering his apartment. The best part of his message was the ending. “Dude, I just got the shit kicked out of me in an alleyway, how fucking funny is that”. I love Jr. He lives an incredibly free-spirited and adventurous life. I could fill a book with the stories he’s shared.

He’s off to the ER and I’ll be calling him shortly to make sure he’s ok.
What does all of this have to do with my love of WiFi I’m sure you’re asking yourself? Well, quite simply, I wrote this entire post, sitting on the back porch watching the rain.

You’ve gotta love technology.