"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Scrapple in the refridge, chores done, Mariners on radio, H off for lunch with daughter ... feeling good about goal to sell house and hit road next Spring. Last chance! Getting too old, cutting it close as is. Put stuff in storage, keep money in bank to resettle, and take off and see what happens. Visit H relatives on east coast, wander back leisurely. How long on road? 3 mos. to a year. This is a Plan. I like plans. Alas, I really can't count on H to make this easier. I just don't want her to make it much harder.