Whole Latta Natta...

Good daye, folks.

What's buzzin on your Saturday evening? Perhaps you're enjoying a long weekend get-a-way or got the grill fired up right now for some burgers, brats or steaks. I took a look at the weather for my old stompin grounds in St. John a little earlier this afternoon. 70s and sunny. Very nice. I got to say a few syllables to my sister who's in FL celebrating Britt's graduation and she talked of swimming pools and hot weather. It looks like the summertime weather is one more thing to look forward to here in a few more weeks.

Let's see...lazy, unmotivated and sloth describe my Saturday afternoon thus far. The last three or four days have been pretty intense on the business end of the pile driving effort here in P-roo. Having the afternoon off has been nice, but there's not a whole lot going on in the foggy, thriving metropolis of Cerro Azul these days now that summer is out and winter is in south of that equator thing. I've tossed around the idea of whipping up a batch of risotto with makeshift cooking utensils and limited foodstuffs just to humor myself, but I'm not sure I'm in the mood for the possible botched dinny...then on the other hand, it can't be much worse than the potatoes they had at the canteen for lunch today.

I mentioned above that my niece, Britt, graduated high school. Congrats and good luck in the next chapter of life's grand journey! So much to learn...so much to experience...Eighteen years old...good grief...that crux between being so young and really starting to grow up. Knowing everything inside the safe confines of Mom and Dad's house...and perhaps realizing for the first time that there's a lot more to everything outside the front door...Eighteen years old...

I suppose it's time to leave you all back to your backyard BBQs and fierce Memorial Day yard jart competitions. I'll fill you in on the risotto experiment if I find a way to peel my carcass off the couch.

I'll close with a great line from one of my favorite movies...

"Well folks it's time to call it a night. Do what you feel and keep both feet on the wheel. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. So till next time..." (Joliet Jake, The Blues Brothers)

Scotty

The Start of the Finish...

Hey folks. Good morning to you all.

I made it back to Peru on Friday night after spending about two weeks in Seattle. I got moved in and pretty much settled at the apartment. All I need is a book shelf. Four week rotation this time...wait...make that three weeks and 5.5 days to go...

I stopped by the site yesterday to check in and get a feel for things again. Thankfully there is no production driving until Monday, so I got to sleep in today. I was one tuckered out kid. Whipped up a big vat of oats and am now spinning tracks from Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and Glenn Miller to set the mood for the day.

For some reason my back is a bit sore...not sure if it is residual soreness from moving or from trying to ride my bike as if I hadn't been off of it for a year. Either way, I'll try to get a run in later today. My running regimen went off the rails the last two weeks due to travel, moving and being sick (again). Hopefully I can start to get into a groove again except I was told that the yellow fever shot I got this past Tuesday is supposed to kick in next week and there's a chance I'll feel like doo for a few days. We shall see.

Special request: There are few folks that can use an extra prayer or two if you have the time. One close friend is battling a neurological ailment with quite a few question marks surrounding it. Dealing with the unknown has been difficult. The other request goes out to several couples who are having very difficult and trying times starting a family. Please keep these special folks in your prayers.

Thanks for your time and God bless you all.

Scotty