New in town

New state. New town. New house. New job.

My brother told me about this blogging thing, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Sounds like a diary where you let everyone else read what you're thinking.

That could be a bad thing, but here goes:

Moved to Michigan from Virginia since my wife took a job at Central Michigan University. Wandering around this tiny little town, I've realized that I'm gonna have to reorganize my priorities and recreational activities.

Basically, in this town, you eat, go to a movie, work out at the university rec center or, if you live near a lake and own a boat, you go do lake things, like drive boats or tow people with boats.

I am working on my third career, this time as a massage therapist, so I found a job with a local pain clinic. We'll see how THAT goes.

Frankly, and I'm probably being a little negative here, but I'm not impressed with the whole situation, but realize that my circumstances in VA weren't much better. After about 7 years of living there, we never made friends with anyone. We didn't even have someone we could list as an Emergency Contact. That's pretty sad.

But Michigan folks seem a bit more friendly, so maybe that'll change.

That's all for now. I have to go pretend to be a spy with my daughter, where we'll rid the world of those capitalist pigs and make it safe for glorious communism.

Wait, no. Today we're Americans, ridding the world of those communist scum. My bad.

-B