Wordish Wednesday

Something amazing is about to happen. After pretty much a lifetime in this Golden State, except for a 5 year stint in the Midwest after my parents split up, I will soon be a full-time resident of another state altogether. A far away place. The place we've dreamed of.

So much is a question. Or a risk. We are willing participants. Ready for our biggest adventure yet. How many chances will we get to live out our lives on a beautiful island in the middle of the ocean? My guess is that this is it.

I love California... the state of my birth and my ancestry. So much history. My kids are here. (For now...!) Just feeling restless in a healthy way. It's a big world out there, and life is flying by. We plan on making what's left of it memorable.

Sitting Here In Limbo

That SUNNYHILL sign was nailed to the mighty cypress in 1933. It greets you as you drive down our dirt driveway. The name is an appropriate one, because our spot is just past the fog-line, and it's sunny when the nearby village is not. Our place and the surrounding property have been in the landlord's family since well before 1933. One building was originally a redwood shingle mill. I will miss the green meadow behind the cypress tree, and so much more. I will not miss the dank, dark winters in this "fixer-upper" that can't be fixed. The new place is truly a home. We'll all be just fine.

We're wrapping things up, and will be in the new place completely next week. There is an emotional limbo that occurs when one is between homes. We've moved almost everything except the big stuff. The movers will deal with those items.

There may be a lack of blathering here for a bit. Between getting moved and then settled-in, dealing with visiting family members, and working...there may be little time for such frivolity. After almost three years of this blogging stuff, I admit to a certain degree of burnout.

Fear not! The McCain posts will go on. (And on.)

Eggs, Babs! Eggs!

we are indeed moving. that is a terrifying realization. i have the great fortune to live with a fantastic packer. (that sounds weird.) he is already boxing and labeling books and music like a madman. we will do this in phases, to avoid anxiety. moving was a very sudden opportunity. one we couldn't turn down. the trouble is, spontaneity was easier a few decades ago. i loathe the dreaded yard sale. we're having one.

other than that news, i have some questions. like why is anyone's sex life more interesting or important than the things that actually matter? i can't watch or listen to that mindless crap anymore. i don't care which politician is fucking. (or not fucking, as the case may be.) perhaps if we paid attention to our own sexuality more than everyone else's, the need for our collective voyeurism would diminish? maybe not.

also, why do people stay together if they can't bear to be touched by the person they share a bed with? i don't get it. which isn't to say i didn't live it. divorce was awful, but not as awful as pretending. that was a prison sentence. life is too goddamn short for that.