Old House Adventures in Spokane

One week ago today, at 4am on a Thursday morning, Joseph Pinter and I got into a 20 foot U-Haul truck hauling a car trailer and started a 2,000 mile trip. Neither one of us slept well;  it was one of those kind of mornings that was both exciting and melancholy, with overtones of finality—I was leaving Kansas City. A touch of hangover didn't help things, but a surprise send-off at Bistro 303 made the goodbyes easier. The final night at the old house was sort of sad, but we were ready to leave. Everything packed with the help of friends as we remembered things. Laugher. Sadness. Happiness. Burnt Easter bunnies and cheap wigs. Things that matter. I had a wonderful times a couple of weeks leading up to this moment having lunch and dinner with people I love, starting the transition between a close-proximity friendship to a long-distance one. Saying goodbye is hard. We started the trip with an hour and a half detour because I didn't do the GPS correctly. A 12-hour d

I have an hour before I have to go pick up the U-Haul truck & trailer and wanted to write a bit before I disassembled the computer. At that point I'll truly be a nomad. Everything is packed and wrapped up in boxes. I really did hold each item to determine if it made it on the next leg of my life's journey. Most things didn't make it (if you were Pex water tubing or a tool, you had a free pass) but I found good homes for most everything else. Greg and I had a big garage sale in June, and I invited anyone who ever gave me anything the night before for a "preview" sale. That meant I gave them a big Ikea rainbow bag and let them take whatever they wanted, including the wonderful, amazing gifts they'd given me throughout the years that didn't make the cut to Spokane. That was a happy night. My flashes of "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" are happening less and less, and I'm understanding that the Universe really, really wants me t

Yes, you're reading this correctly.  The freezer is a balmy 72°. If you were a refrigerator and only had 11 days left to spend with moi, what would you do? Attempt suicide? It's on life support. Read online that it may be the fan motor, so I ordered one and installed it. Nope. The service doctor pays a visit on Tuesday. Quite frankly, I'm touched it doesn't want to live without me. My mind is screaming HURRY AND PACK IT ALL NOW YOURE RUNNING OUT OF TIME and then you find Max's brush. With his silver schnauzer hair. You remember Gae and Greg H and Greg K and Bradley and JayJeremy loving you when the vet put him down, right there on the floor where you're sitting. No hurry anymore, just cry for awhile. This is how long I've been in Kansas City.  Didn't know what to do after college, followed Greg Hugeback here, got a job and an apartment. Then, better jobs,  two houses, two major relationships, some damn wonderful friends—so why