What if you only had eleven days left?

The display reads 72 degrees for the freezer, 57 degrees for the refrigerator.

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.

2019 minus 1985 equals 35 yearsThis 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 move?

Because the Universe is opening doors, and if I don't hussle, my ass will get kicked.

Neighbor Jennifer and I sat in the backyard last night talking about this. She's a real shrink, and told me she has developed a keen sense (through years of practice) to smell bullshit when people make major decisions like this. 

I tensed up, thinking "ohshit", but she smiled. "Everything feels good about this one."

To recap if you're just tuning in:

My friend Leo has a bakery in Spokane. I helped him with branding and marketing. Visit and fall in love with Washington. Move. WTF was I thinking?

Joseph listed my house, sold in a day. There he is, putting the house on MLS. He says that I drive him to drink.

He's also helping me drive to Spokane, we're making it a 4-day trip, and stopping at a few places, will update the blog at night with pics.

Roomates moved out the beginning of August, and the dogs have had a tough time adjusting with just me. Clint and Xander gave them a lot of time and attention. They both came over this weekend and spent about an hour with the dogs. When they left. the dogs just sat like this at the door, for a long time.


Change is hard, and from their perspective, they don't understand why it's happening to them.

But isn't that also our perspective of life, as well? Why in fuck did (insert your horrid life-change here) happen to me?   Because you're alive, dumb-ass. Unlike an innocent dog, you're a human who craves life, adventure and love. And in my case, if you're not brave enough to go for it, the Universe does it for you. 



Don't ever underestimate the power of cling wrap.
The lessons from today have ended.





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  1. CindySeptember 11, 2019 at 12:44 PM

    It's the right move. I knew it before you even said anything about maybe moving. We'll miss you like crazy, but that just means the visits to follow will be the sweetest.

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