Well here I am dog sitting for my Aunt. My Aunt lives in Quintin's old house. The old gang used to hang out here all the time. For that one summer we were like a permenant part of the house. It's strange being here now when things look so much the same.

Sitting on the deck in the sun it reminds me of the umpteen pool parties we had here that one summer. We'd swim in the pool till it got dark and even longer. We'd sit for hours in the hot tub. All of us in there even though it was only a four person tub.

The pool table and shuffleboard is still here. We played so many games of pool without even knowing how to really play.

The old projection tv is gone. That is no loss though. Craig spent hours trying to get the colour just right by refocusing the lenses. It never did give a clear picture.

Kinda like life. You never do get a clear picture of anything. Even when you think you are seeing clearly you find out one of your lenses wasn't focused just right and it changed the picture slightly. Right now in my life I am desperately fiddling with those damn lenses trying to pull the answer out of the picture I'm seeing.

Somehow I'm thinking my TV on life is broken just like the old one that sat in this basement. I mean, I know Craig always knew it but he just never gave up on stuff like that. He'd work at something forever to get it working. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do. Keep working at it even though I know that just like the TV it's a lost cause.