Tomorrow is MY BIRTHDAY! Not actually the day of my birth, but, the day that my brand new bouncing baby computer will be delivered. I don’t know if you can tell, but this is my “excited about my new computer being delivered” font.

It’s way too long after the fact to truly tell the story with any sort of freshness, but I’ll try:

Last week, I walked over to the kitchen sink, put a dish in and turned around and walked five steps. There was an amazing crashing sound of objects falling to the ground and shattering and breaking glass. I turned around. Andy turned around. We were both a little stunned, and then confused. The most obvious thought that we both had was, something that I had just done, caused this. Then the confusion set in with what looked like a small door or cover to an air conditioner or water heater in the middle of broken window glass on the kitchen floor. It didn’t make sense because the window that the metal came through was was blocked by an eight foot wall.

Finally after many theories, we went next door to see if it was the most obvious culprits of all, the neighbor kids. A guy with red watery eyes, corn rows that looked in serious need of maintenance, baggy basketball shorts and a wife beater (slightly stained) opened the door. I thought there might be an argument. I thought this especially since our room mate Will had a few beers and he himself had no shirt on and seemed like he might enjoy starting a fight.

Amazingly enough, the guy was really nice. He came over to see the damage. We told him that the object came over the wall between our houses, and we thought it might have been his kids. He said (I don’t know if this translates in text but it was really funny) “Oh they did it. I knoooowwwwww they did it. I thought they were walking kind of fast when they came in the house”. He asked to have the piece of metal and then offered to pay for the window.

Fifteen minutes later a very red eyed, sniffley, sorry eleven year old came over to apologize. It was so heartbreaking and cute all at the same time. We all related to the poor kid. I don’t think it was malicious. I think they were just screwing around and things went to far.

I don’t know if Nicole and Will, the couple we’re renting from are going to actually fix the damage, but, back here sequestered in our bedroom cave, it doesn’t affect us too much. Although I can’t imagine that the sheets of paper from the DMV that are taped over the hole are doing much for the air conditioning bill.

We’ve moved into Tim’s house. Tim is a true blue bachelor and doesn’t have much in the way of furniture. I’m taking these six weeks to indulge my pack rat nature and get stuff for the house. I found a chair in a dumpster behind the Paris Casino for the patio and I scored a beautiful, Pier One, free, flawless couch. The guy was moving and didn’t want to lug it downstairs. I’m waiting on some cactus that a lady says I can have if the first woman who emailed doesn’t show up.

While scouring the free section all day to jump on “the good stuff” right away, I came across this:

Awesome Babies Capuchin for Rehoming (Las Vegas)

Is this some baby product that I don’t know about? Some sort of fancy toddler cappuccino machine? I’m intrigued.

I felt like I should say something. It’s my way. But as of now, not much has changed. We’re at the Four Queens until Wednesday morning and then we’re moving over to our friend Tim’s house for six weeks while he’s in Europe.

I decided to take the Bikram 30 day challenge and try to do a class every day for a month. I made it 11 days and today I’m taking off. I need a little more recovery time to get up to speed. Yesterday I laid on the floor for half the class because my body rebelled so badly. My muscles just wouldn’t cooperate.

I wish I had something awesomely interesting to write about but it’s been pretty predictable in our own unpredictable hobo way. Andy and I have been getting up early. He plays some video poker to keep up our comp food and room status and then programs all day. I go to Bikram and run errands, laundry, grocery store, get stuff from the RV or hang out at the pool. We reconvene in the room in the evening maybe go to the cafe or order room service, possibly make some dehydrated backpacker food or soup on our camping stove, watch some bad tv or a downloaded movie and then go to bed at a reasonable hour.

I love our hobo life. It is good.

The cat is out of the bag. The bell has tolled. The end of the line is here. Decision made. Game face…on.

We are moving back to Vegas. Only for the first part of the baseball season. Mid March to maybe early June. We’ll see how it goes.

I asked for direction. I got direction.

But guess what, we are stronger, faster, smarter. This time, we know how to play the game. Vegas, you can’t break me. Give me what you’ve got, I can take it.

I’ve gotten some leads on cat and couchsurfing friendly places so we can host foster cats and wayward travelers without incident. Also, I really like this place which marches to the beat of a very swanky drum. Not outrageously priced and furnished too.

Alright, make your reservations at Chez Cindigo before we book up. Who’s coming to visit us in the ever popular, brightly lit, 24/7 city of sin?