Hi all. Well it's been a while since I've posted.
Not enough has changed. Still working in the same cesspool with FTard and Churchbob the Whorebonker and Screechypants the betraying friend. I still slog through every day waiting for it all to end. Or to begin really.
I had a new professional resume done and I am hoping to extract soon.
Meanwhile, it's time to sell the old house.
I sit here on the patio where so much was so good for so long. So full of hope and promise. It is empty as I sit here now on the patio in a lone beach chair. Sometimes getting up to change a burnt out lightbulb or make an addition to my 'get ready to sell' to do list. Need to bring over a step ladder. Maybe change out my coveted Tiffany lamp in the dining room for a generic fixture.
This was the home of 'Island Night' with reggea music and planning our next vacation and Rock Band battles with the kids. The home of Jack Johnson on the surround sound as I made huevos rancheros on a Sunday morning. The home of 'No Rules Saturday' and so many friends and poker parties and beach days and surfing and fun.
This is the house where I still feel his energy. And that of the kids. So much laughter and so many good memories.
As well as the seering memory of the day he walked out the door.
I brought the 'puppies' over, who are now 2 1/2, and they seem to remember this is where their life began.
This is the house where we remodeled the kitchen and the bathrooms together. Where we rebuilt the patio with TV and tunes. Where we refined our dreams and planned our life. Where we played frisbee in the street and rode bikes all over the beach. Where the sun rose through our bedroom window every
morning and we made love. Where the light switches were the opposite of intuitive and the roof always seemed to leak.
It's time to let go. I hope it sells fast.
Godspeed to all of us.