I’m happy to say Mister and I are completely out of the hotel. I’ll be in a post-move coma for the next three days or so, and then I’ll get my groove back. Now – if I could…
And on the 7th Day, They Rested…
Actually, there’s no rest for the wicked, y’all. So today will find me cleaning the hotel and doing the final clear-out. And that’s all good. The closure will be healthy. I can’t take much more of my…
Wall of Boxes
Transitions are interesting. Depending on one’s attitude, a transition can be a beautiful gift or an unwanted pain in the neck. I’m not proud, but I’ve known both. Last summer, Mister and I had an unwanted move…
Best Laid Plans
I’ve heard that if you want to make God laugh, make plans. Well, friends, God must be chuckling away. Mister and I are in the move groove and we’ve tried to schedule, finagle, cajole and mold all…
House of Booze
I packed most of the liquor yesterday. It won’t all fit, and for some reason that makes me very happy. And I’m not even drinking right now! Actually, seeing so much alcohol made me wonder about a…
Meanwhile, Back at the Hotel…
So as I’m getting closer and closer to leaving the hotel, I’m trying to look at this place with appreciation. I mean, the hotel provided Mister and me with shelter at a trying time. It’s been safe. It’s…
Same Old Love
I’m trying to maintain a modicum of sanity as I dive into the deep end of change. Mister and I are on the edge of another move, and the last one (a mere six months ago) is still…
Homeward Bound
The home quest continues. It is a fascinating ride, too, friends. California is a crazy place to live, not only for the unbelievably high prices but also for the unbelievably high number of documents one must wade through…
Up To My Earballs
So Mister and I are working on finding our next abode, and friends, I’m up to my ear-balls in logistics. I’m not complaining, mind you (for reals), I’m just sayin’. The world is a beautiful place. Wacky,…