Regrets, I've has a few;But then again, too few to mention.I did what I had to doAnd saw it through without exemption.

Well, well, well. Another Friday night, another gallery walk, this time in Bozeman. All of the art galleries on Main St. in Bozeman had catered appetizers and free wine, beer and drinks. There were a lot of people wandering around Main St.

(Didn't bring the camera... sorry.)

We actually saw a lot of fantastic art that I would actually consider hanging in my house. That is, if I wanted to drop $ 15,000 on a big painting or $ 7000 on a small one. Or $ 25,000 on a life size steel sculpture of a horse. (The sculpture was seriously amazing, and I hope someone spends $ 25,000 on it, because the artist deserves it. That someone just won't be me.)

If you are keeping track, Wednesday was lunch on the lawn, a festive party with live music that occurs every Wednesday at noon in the summer. Thursday was Music on Main, a weekly summer block party on Main Street with a band. Friday was the Gallery Walk, which occurs once a month.

Before I moved here, I was very excited about winter recreation, but summer is making a damn fine showing here.

Talking to myself all the way to the station. Pictures in my head of the final destination...Tried to save myself, but myself keeps slipping away

Another day in the trenches.

What a grind.

Wake up, drag our asses out of bed.

Hit the road for our 28 minute commute to our destination. Absolute gridlock.



But then the RV pulled over in the turnout. I narrowly avoided road rage.



Or was it "road annoyance?"

After a grueling 28 minute commute, we arrived at work.

Outside today's worksite was the kind of urban blight that just makes you want to cry.



There was a homeless lady in the parking lot. Damn Reagan for closing the asylums and turning these people out on the streets.


I gave her a dollar and the rest of my bagel. I think she may have solied herself.

Then it was time to get to work.

Back to the grindstone.

No, wait... I forgot, today's work involved a hike to a place called Lava Lake, in the Lee Metcalf Wilderness. The trailhead is just off 191 in the Gallatin River Canyon. The trail climbs 2000 feet, along Cascade Creek, through a canyon.


It was horrendous, really.




I could hardly stand it. Watching the clock, waiting to get the hell out of there.






I had to put up with that kind of bullshit all day. The Man was on my ass.

Just when I was trying to slip out of there, friggin Lumberg came up and told me I had to work late on my TPS Reports.


That Lumberg, what an asshole.

I decided to post all my TPS Reports on my blog.

The TPS Reports, a/k/a, Lava Lake:








What a shitty day. I hate it here.

How was your day?