The air is thick. And heat is here. But the patience is thin and sweat appears.

Howdy there partners!! It's me. Kowboy Kieran. Hee-haah. What? Okay. I'm back. Not on a horse. For, I've never really been on a horse before. Or wore a dress in a store. I Swore I'd always do my chores. If Dr. Seuss were keeping score. Unless you count the donkey at Colasanti's (back to the never have ridden a horse thing) that my sister and Blake and I think Sean as well, escorted in circles and dirt with many other countless and desperate for petty cash teens. On weekends. All wearing colourful Florida bird shirts. Inside a very lucrative greenhouse operation. In Ruthven. Huh? I'm back I say. Back again like an aging boy band, a trendy-contemporary-vintage-fad-on-a-circular-path-and-back-happening, a damn nagging cold, a center fielder at the track, annoying-slutty and trashed non-celebrity-party-whore-celebutants, Aahh-nold, the cat... you get it. I haven't been back, I mean I've been gone so long, for such a long time have I been, that... what??. Start over. Simplify. Slow down. Blog. Me. No. Do. For. Such. Long. Time. That. Blogger. Look. Different. That's right, I have changed the layout of my blog because the option to is easy, fast and accessible. Yay. Okay. How long has she been since last have I bloginated? I don't know. Actually, do I? Around my b-day I believe. So, a few months ago. Yes. Time for a token list of what I have been up to since last listed have I. Ready? Yes. Go. Jumped back on the Kingsville to Windsor train. Got off in K-ille. For a month. Hung out with the 'rents. Took the return trolley home to Windsor. Have only been back to the town of my youth for the odd weekend visit. Though with the folks being up north doing all kinds of fun things at a cool place and even sweeter pace- Bart, is my only greeter. Which is cool, but boy is he happy to see a person in his presence. Been Honda-ing it lately as well. The '93, EX, four-door, lone sticker left standing, brown Accord have I been driving. Though, I'll admit (and any poor passengers surely), that the cruising could be a whole lot sweeter (and cooler as you'd see) if the two front windows went down. And the air conditioning shot out something other than super hot, hairdryer air. And the back side-smaller-triangle-shaped-window (I'm mean non-window)wasn't covered by only some paper and tape and glue. Literally. It is. Those exact ingredients. And in that precise order of application did I apply. (I mean Katie) Movin' on...Yes, I have recently gotten involved in the philanthropy business. Verbal-in-person-details only for now, please. Thank you. I've spent most of these earned checks from said job feeding a resurrected golf habit that, only until recently have I actually seen improvement in. (I hope. You never really know with this game it seems) Though, realistically it has been ten plus years since I last played this much stick and ball. I mean tee and club. Or is it putt and drive? Slice into the woods, lose, get pissed and drop? Tee-off, approach-shot, and ten-foot drain? (hopefully) Or...Knickers, diamond designed blue and red tall socks and those corduroy golf hats with the cute little button on the front? Many good, irrelevant and useless options. Ala Payne Stewart. The old-school Scottish sheep herder outfit that is. A golfer who died in a plane crash. That always seemed odd to me. Not sure why. Or Ten plus plus years probably. Huh? Right, time since I last golfed on this consistent of a basis. Though, the consistency is not super-often, but rather a lower to middle half semi-kind of often. However, it has been longer than I first guessed. More than ten, not less than nine and probably over twelve. Years that is. Because, I forgot about the, "I'm getting so old now, that I always have to add five years onto the recollection and dating of a memory - because of my lack of memory in regards to quantities of time, my status of my brain and events in my life. I'm sure environment, the ecoonmy and technology are factors as well- but so are a lot of other things. Could someone cue Scott Bakula please. And his weird little cigar smoking buddy- who I don't know by name but have seen more times than I remember. Damn brain again. And Al Gore. A Saturday afternoon Movie legend was this sidekick of Bakula. 'His name is actually Dean Stockwell (thanks the Internet. Ask and ya'll shall receive - if you got the time...yah, that's pretty much it. Also, Deaner has been in almost 200 different television shows and films combined. Though I'm sure the whereabouts of these 'gems' aren't the easiest to locate. "Can I help you find something sir? Yes, actually, do you have the 1946 crime thriller 'Home Sweet Homicide" or "The Flunker," or how about the second season of the Tony Danza show?" No. Okay, 'cause I'm about to make a quantum leap out of reality and directly into one of those 1980's futuristic space ship scenes- smokey, shaking, buzzing, beeping, flashing, strobing, hilarious. Or a time travel scene. Space time continuum. Yes, golf. I'll perhaps get into that a little later. Next. Hmmm. Let's see. Rest of list to follow soon. (hopefully)