Dearest, Most Awesome Aunt Kate,
Yesterday was the 3 month mark of us losing you. And when I say us, I don't just mean the Kilgore clan and its affiliates. 'US' means your parents, your brother and sisters and their spouses, their children and spouses, their children (your great-nieces and nephews), your friends, our friends (especially mine, because there is not a single person I know, who has met you, who didn't think you were Top Banana) your church family, your former co-workers, every teacher you've ever had, every person that has ever talked to you for 10 minutes... I hope you get the picture. Yesterday was hard for me. Today, for reasons I can't understand, has been even harder.
Maybe it's because today I'm finalizing all the plans for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and Christmas Dinner.Knowing how much you loved Christmas, this is hard.
Maybe it's because tonight I finally brought myself to hang the very last family ornament you made for us. It's not on the tree though, it's on the wall next to the drawing of the Monroe Street Bridge that you used to own. Knowing this is the last Aunt Kate ornament I will ever receive, this is hard.
Maybe it's because this is a day that ends in 'y', and I miss you terribly every single day. Who knows.
What I do know, is that you were the light of this family;you were the spirit and the essence. We few and humble who remain will do our best to pick up the slack in your absence, but it will never be the same. I will never again be able to call you and talk to you about my troubles, only to hear you say, "Listen kiddo," when beginning your response. My daughters will never get to hear you talk about the Kilgore family, going into all the finite details about who's who and what came to be... Much to my great despair.
I wish you were still here. With every breath, I wish you were still here. Aunt Mary gave me a baggie of your jewelry, to share between my sisters-in-law and myself, which I did. I kept your mall gold hoop earrings, because they are the ones you always, always wore. I kept your gold and ruby ring, because ruby is your birth stone. I also kept your gold chain with the cross on it; the one you were wearing every time I ever saw you. I'm not religious like you - not by half. But the day I was given the jewelry was the day of your Seattle memorial service. That evening, as I sat with my friends Barbara and Georgi at their house, I was trying on bits and pieces. And the moment I put on your cross necklace, I immediately felt more at peace. I stopped crying, and I felt - for the first time since you had passed - that the claims everyone had been making that you were watching over me were actually true. So I kept the cross for myself, and it's the first time in my entire life that I've worn a cross without feeling like a fraud. I hope you understand this (and I know in my heart that you do).
I wish I could say that dealing with the loss of you has gotten easier over the last 3 months, but it really and truly hasn't. Every now and again I hear your voice in my head, pushing me to go on, and telling me that you'll always love me; it gets easier in those moments, but the moments never last. At the end of the day you are still gone, and I still miss you beyond words. It sucks that you are no longer with us, and I can honestly say that all I want from Santa in one more Christmas with you.
I love you Aunt Kate. Always.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Untitled Poem
Could every sound
Rise through cold rain
As though music from that moon did fall
Between language and poetry
~M. Kilgore 2003
Rise through cold rain
As though music from that moon did fall
Between language and poetry
~M. Kilgore 2003
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
And for my next trick...
... I will transform myself into an full-time employee, as well as a mother and wife.
BAM!
That's right, after 5.25 long years (and I mean looooonng - like, forever and a day, a lifetime ago, I don't remember what it's like to have adult interaction on a daily basis), I have now re-entered the working world, becoming once more a gainfully employed member of society.
Pardon me a moment while I breathe the world's biggest sigh of relief. You see, just between you, me and the fence post, I was beginning to get a titch skeptical of my ability to ever find myself in this position ever again. So I offer up Relief Sighs because
A - I found a job! Between February of this year to a few weeks ago, I put in 82 applications/resume submissions total, and it was getting a tad bit hard to keep my chin up.
B - I found child care for my girls! In less than one week I found a wonderful gal who runs a daycare out of her home to drop Maron off with, and for the obscenely affordable fee of $50/week this woman feeds Maron breakfast, gets her to school, picks her up from school and feeds her a snack in the afternoon so that she's not a rabid beast by the time I pick her up. And for Marida I found Lil' Hawks Daycare, which is both a daycare AND a preschool, and it's right on my way to work. This is another wildly affordable situation for me - seriously, it's the absolute cheapest all-day care I've ever found; $535/month gets Marida breakfast, morning snack, lunch, afternoon snack and even dinner, if I ever find myself stuck late at work. And she has her own cubby in a classroom and is getting SO MUCH MORE interaction with kids her age than she ever has before.
C - My kids LOVE their respective daycare situations! I'm not even exaggerating on this one... The first week of Marida's days at Lil' Hawks found me dragging her out of the building kicking and screaming because she didn't want to leave. And 3 days out of 5 I have to pry Maron's tiny little fingers off of her babysitters doorjamb.
D - I'm still capable of being a valuable employee! This is something I never questioned in myself, but I know that every potential employer did - my ability to train easily and work full-time with no complications after being a SAHM for so long. You see, it turns out that, as an administrative/office type person, if you have been out of the work force for more than 6 months, companies generally consider all your previous skill/ability with office programs to be ca put. And it's really, really hard to convince a potential employer that charting your household finances and personal diet log has effectively kept your Excel skills up-to-date.
Now, deets on my new gig - My first day of work was November 18th. I work at Johanna Beverage Company (and before you ask, the beverage in question is juice, not beer, so I can't hook you up for your next poker night) as the Logistic Administrative Assistant. On the one hand the title is a fancy way of saying 'Front Office Girl Who Answers the Phone, Sorts the Mail and Signs for Packages', but it turns out there is a lot more to it than that. I am only just beginning to be trained on the other nuances of my position, which will include invoice sorting/matching, receiving, posting of the personnel schedule, supply inventory, and weekly reports ranging from everything to HR updates to downtime of various plant equipment. It's a great job with a very decent starting wage, and an excellent benefit package (so I'm told) once I become eligible. And everyone that I work with is super nice and encouraging. I have a perfect interaction mix of front office 'professional' and warehouse 'funny sarcastic teasing'. This job is so up my alley it's nuts! :-)
All in all, I am SO thankful to have a job again, and SO thankful that it's this job. I feel like I have found a perfect fit with JBC, and vice versa. So pardon me while I pat myself on the back just one more time and say "YAY ME!"
BAM!
That's right, after 5.25 long years (and I mean looooonng - like, forever and a day, a lifetime ago, I don't remember what it's like to have adult interaction on a daily basis), I have now re-entered the working world, becoming once more a gainfully employed member of society.
Pardon me a moment while I breathe the world's biggest sigh of relief. You see, just between you, me and the fence post, I was beginning to get a titch skeptical of my ability to ever find myself in this position ever again. So I offer up Relief Sighs because
A - I found a job! Between February of this year to a few weeks ago, I put in 82 applications/resume submissions total, and it was getting a tad bit hard to keep my chin up.
B - I found child care for my girls! In less than one week I found a wonderful gal who runs a daycare out of her home to drop Maron off with, and for the obscenely affordable fee of $50/week this woman feeds Maron breakfast, gets her to school, picks her up from school and feeds her a snack in the afternoon so that she's not a rabid beast by the time I pick her up. And for Marida I found Lil' Hawks Daycare, which is both a daycare AND a preschool, and it's right on my way to work. This is another wildly affordable situation for me - seriously, it's the absolute cheapest all-day care I've ever found; $535/month gets Marida breakfast, morning snack, lunch, afternoon snack and even dinner, if I ever find myself stuck late at work. And she has her own cubby in a classroom and is getting SO MUCH MORE interaction with kids her age than she ever has before.
C - My kids LOVE their respective daycare situations! I'm not even exaggerating on this one... The first week of Marida's days at Lil' Hawks found me dragging her out of the building kicking and screaming because she didn't want to leave. And 3 days out of 5 I have to pry Maron's tiny little fingers off of her babysitters doorjamb.
D - I'm still capable of being a valuable employee! This is something I never questioned in myself, but I know that every potential employer did - my ability to train easily and work full-time with no complications after being a SAHM for so long. You see, it turns out that, as an administrative/office type person, if you have been out of the work force for more than 6 months, companies generally consider all your previous skill/ability with office programs to be ca put. And it's really, really hard to convince a potential employer that charting your household finances and personal diet log has effectively kept your Excel skills up-to-date.
Now, deets on my new gig - My first day of work was November 18th. I work at Johanna Beverage Company (and before you ask, the beverage in question is juice, not beer, so I can't hook you up for your next poker night) as the Logistic Administrative Assistant. On the one hand the title is a fancy way of saying 'Front Office Girl Who Answers the Phone, Sorts the Mail and Signs for Packages', but it turns out there is a lot more to it than that. I am only just beginning to be trained on the other nuances of my position, which will include invoice sorting/matching, receiving, posting of the personnel schedule, supply inventory, and weekly reports ranging from everything to HR updates to downtime of various plant equipment. It's a great job with a very decent starting wage, and an excellent benefit package (so I'm told) once I become eligible. And everyone that I work with is super nice and encouraging. I have a perfect interaction mix of front office 'professional' and warehouse 'funny sarcastic teasing'. This job is so up my alley it's nuts! :-)
All in all, I am SO thankful to have a job again, and SO thankful that it's this job. I feel like I have found a perfect fit with JBC, and vice versa. So pardon me while I pat myself on the back just one more time and say "YAY ME!"
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Technology: The Aftermath
Oh Technology... Wonderful, wonderful technology, where would we be without you? Honestly, what would we do with ourselves if we were not able to update our Facebook status' 3 times while having dinner at a restaurant? How else would all of our friends and family find out about the over-priced meal, our attractive yet mildly incompetent server and our calorie-rific slice of chocolate whatever for dessert?
What would we do if the world at large couldn't tweet about the things that annoy it - all day, ever day? What if nobody knew what book Alyssa Milano is reading or what Oprah Winfrey had for breakfast? What the hell would we do?!
Do you remember the days before all of these new wonderful technological advances? Do you remember when you didn't have a cell phone? Back in the days when, if somebody wanted to reach you and you weren't home, they just had to wait. And, most importantly, if you were out on a pisser and had a sudden urge to drunk-dial your ex (or the CFO of your former company, which I did once), you couldn't just pull a hunk of circuits out of your pocket and make an ass of yourself. You actually had to leave your table, search for a pay phone, realize you didn't have exact change on you, and then make a mental note to call them when you got home at 2:47 in the morning. A mental note that, with any amount of good luck/good karma, would be erased from your internal memo pad by one of the three or four rounds of drinks that inevitably follow the urge to call said ex.
Now don't get me wrong - I love my smart phone. I love having the ability to text and email and Facebook update and Google search all in the palm of my hand. I love my smart phone and would be lost without it - literally, since I use my navigation app ALL THE TIME.
The reason I'm bringing this up now is because lately I have been having a tendency to text people in the middle of the night, in my sleep. Apparently it's a really easy thing to do, especially with the text-to-speech feature that is available on almost every phone these days. Sometimes the texts are coherent things like, "Hey, how are you doing today?" But mostly I seem to be texting what I'm saying in my dreams.
(It turns out smart phone + people who talk in their sleep = crazy motherf**king texts at wildly inappropriate hours.)
Now I know what you're going to say... "But Micah, the obvious solution is to not keep your phone next to your bed when you're asleep", and you know what? It's the truth. But after having family/loved ones out of town and only having a cell phone for the longest time, I trained myself to always keep my cell nearby in case of late night 'there's been an accident' calls. Plus I like being able to pick up my phone and check the time when it's several hours past my bed time and I haven't fallen asleep yet. Another solution would be to put in a passcode on my phone so that I had to enter a pin or draw a pattern to be able to unlock the phone, but I've tried that in the past and unless I'm going to keep it pass-coded all the time (which is a huge pain in the ass when I just want to check the time while I'm at the store), it's no good. In all likelihood I would set a code before bed that I wouldn't be able to remember in the morning, then I'll find out which is more embarrassing: texting random obscurities to people in my sleep or being locked out of my own phone. And after 25 years of hearing the Polish joke about the man who locked his keys in the car (it took him 30 minutes to get his family out), I think it would be the latter.
So be warned, world... If you are a person whose contact information I have saved in my phone, there is a reasonible possibility that I will text you in my sleep at some point in our pre-apocolyptic time on this rock.
What would we do if the world at large couldn't tweet about the things that annoy it - all day, ever day? What if nobody knew what book Alyssa Milano is reading or what Oprah Winfrey had for breakfast? What the hell would we do?!
Do you remember the days before all of these new wonderful technological advances? Do you remember when you didn't have a cell phone? Back in the days when, if somebody wanted to reach you and you weren't home, they just had to wait. And, most importantly, if you were out on a pisser and had a sudden urge to drunk-dial your ex (or the CFO of your former company, which I did once), you couldn't just pull a hunk of circuits out of your pocket and make an ass of yourself. You actually had to leave your table, search for a pay phone, realize you didn't have exact change on you, and then make a mental note to call them when you got home at 2:47 in the morning. A mental note that, with any amount of good luck/good karma, would be erased from your internal memo pad by one of the three or four rounds of drinks that inevitably follow the urge to call said ex.
Now don't get me wrong - I love my smart phone. I love having the ability to text and email and Facebook update and Google search all in the palm of my hand. I love my smart phone and would be lost without it - literally, since I use my navigation app ALL THE TIME.
The reason I'm bringing this up now is because lately I have been having a tendency to text people in the middle of the night, in my sleep. Apparently it's a really easy thing to do, especially with the text-to-speech feature that is available on almost every phone these days. Sometimes the texts are coherent things like, "Hey, how are you doing today?" But mostly I seem to be texting what I'm saying in my dreams.
(It turns out smart phone + people who talk in their sleep = crazy motherf**king texts at wildly inappropriate hours.)
Now I know what you're going to say... "But Micah, the obvious solution is to not keep your phone next to your bed when you're asleep", and you know what? It's the truth. But after having family/loved ones out of town and only having a cell phone for the longest time, I trained myself to always keep my cell nearby in case of late night 'there's been an accident' calls. Plus I like being able to pick up my phone and check the time when it's several hours past my bed time and I haven't fallen asleep yet. Another solution would be to put in a passcode on my phone so that I had to enter a pin or draw a pattern to be able to unlock the phone, but I've tried that in the past and unless I'm going to keep it pass-coded all the time (which is a huge pain in the ass when I just want to check the time while I'm at the store), it's no good. In all likelihood I would set a code before bed that I wouldn't be able to remember in the morning, then I'll find out which is more embarrassing: texting random obscurities to people in my sleep or being locked out of my own phone. And after 25 years of hearing the Polish joke about the man who locked his keys in the car (it took him 30 minutes to get his family out), I think it would be the latter.
So be warned, world... If you are a person whose contact information I have saved in my phone, there is a reasonible possibility that I will text you in my sleep at some point in our pre-apocolyptic time on this rock.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
There, and Back Again... A Fidget's Tale by Micah Haag
Well, here I am... back in Spokane. And you know what? I couldn't be happier.
(Okay, realistically speaking, I could be happier... but somehow I don't think winning the lottery and spending the rest of my life traveling around the world is going to be my reality this Life time around, so for now I'll be happy where I'm at.)
It's a funny thing... when I left Spokane at the age of 20 (almost a dozen years ago), I swore to the heavens and anyone who would listen that I was never coming back. Like, never ever ever ever. And I believed it, right down to the very depths of my soul, I believed it. Of course, at that time I also believed that I would never settle down, I would NEVER have children, and I would never have the desire to commit to something so big and permanent as buying a house. A Lifelong Renter - that's what I was going to be!
Anyway... at 20 years old I had fallen in love and left my home town in the rear view mirror. I moved to Georgia where I had some adventures and got my heart broken. I moved to Seattle where I had LOTS of adventures and broke a few hearts. I married, divorced, moved to Kingston, married again and had two children. And that's when everything changed.
When I was a kid, Spokane wasn't that bad of a place to live, although for me it felt akin to torture. The worst part of it all was the neighborhood that I grew up in. Poor and nappy, about a block outside of the Hillyard neighborhood, that neighborhood and all of it's lack of charm were the basis for my experience of Spokane as a whole. (Of course, if one was to drive down my old street today, the home I grew up in would seem high-falootin' by comparison, which is more sad and depressing than I care to admit to myself.) I was so eager to get out of this town, and so very, very pleased when that desire became manifest. I left this place and never looked back, never doubted my decisions, and never regretted anything I experienced in the world at large.
After having children my perception of the city of grew up in... changed. Suddenly living in Kingston, on the outskirts of everything (or so it seemed to me) was crippling to my mental, physical and emotional well-being. I was staying at home all day with little girls that I couldn't take outside most of the time because everything was wet and covered in mildew. I couldn't even do something as simple as walk to the store, because the nearest store was 3 miles away and we lived on an arterial and every turn was a blind corner. Just going for a walk in the neighborhood with my kids in the stroller filled me with so much fear and dread of being struck by a vehicle that eventually it wasn't worth the anxiety to try. And then of course there was the ever-increasing feeling of isolation. My closest friend was and hour and a half drive away, and the majority of my family lived in Spokane. The few rogue family members that lived in Seattle were far enough away and busy enough that us getting together was a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of thing. Suddenly I found myself, my husband and my kids were an island, all by ourselves in the great, big ocean of life. I began missing my family in Spokane more and more, and I realized one day that Steve and I had no real support group where we were. Everybody needs help sometimes, even if it's just somebody watching your kids for an hour while you go get your teeth cleaned. We had nothing like that in Kingston, whereas here in Spokane it's nigh in abundance.
Long story short (I know, too late), moving back to Spokane has been the best decision for myself and my family. Steve loves it here, which pleases me to no end, and the girls couldn't be happier. Since we moved into our new home in our new city the girls have experience sunshine and warm/hot temperatures every day, they can ride their little bikes and scooters in front of our house (located in the center of a 3 home cul-de-sac) without fear of being mowed down by some careless driver racing to make the next ferry boat, and they finally have friends everywhere they look. There are 2 little girls right next door, their cousins live less than a mile from us, there are kids of various ages all over the neighborhood... it's Utopia here for M1 & M2. And all of us - Steve, me, M1 & M2 - love, love LOVE our new house. It's SO much bigger than our old house, and it's fun and quirky and has a front and back yard to die for. It's wonderful here, and I am so glad that I have grown enough over the years to let my old Spokane prejudices fall by the wayside. And I'm equally glad that, in that time, Spokane managed to grow and change enough in itself to be habitable to me once again. I guess you could say that, although it took more than a decade of separation, Spokane and I have finally matured enough to meet in the middle and maybe... just maybe... live happily ever after.
(Okay, realistically speaking, I could be happier... but somehow I don't think winning the lottery and spending the rest of my life traveling around the world is going to be my reality this Life time around, so for now I'll be happy where I'm at.)
It's a funny thing... when I left Spokane at the age of 20 (almost a dozen years ago), I swore to the heavens and anyone who would listen that I was never coming back. Like, never ever ever ever. And I believed it, right down to the very depths of my soul, I believed it. Of course, at that time I also believed that I would never settle down, I would NEVER have children, and I would never have the desire to commit to something so big and permanent as buying a house. A Lifelong Renter - that's what I was going to be!
Anyway... at 20 years old I had fallen in love and left my home town in the rear view mirror. I moved to Georgia where I had some adventures and got my heart broken. I moved to Seattle where I had LOTS of adventures and broke a few hearts. I married, divorced, moved to Kingston, married again and had two children. And that's when everything changed.
When I was a kid, Spokane wasn't that bad of a place to live, although for me it felt akin to torture. The worst part of it all was the neighborhood that I grew up in. Poor and nappy, about a block outside of the Hillyard neighborhood, that neighborhood and all of it's lack of charm were the basis for my experience of Spokane as a whole. (Of course, if one was to drive down my old street today, the home I grew up in would seem high-falootin' by comparison, which is more sad and depressing than I care to admit to myself.) I was so eager to get out of this town, and so very, very pleased when that desire became manifest. I left this place and never looked back, never doubted my decisions, and never regretted anything I experienced in the world at large.
After having children my perception of the city of grew up in... changed. Suddenly living in Kingston, on the outskirts of everything (or so it seemed to me) was crippling to my mental, physical and emotional well-being. I was staying at home all day with little girls that I couldn't take outside most of the time because everything was wet and covered in mildew. I couldn't even do something as simple as walk to the store, because the nearest store was 3 miles away and we lived on an arterial and every turn was a blind corner. Just going for a walk in the neighborhood with my kids in the stroller filled me with so much fear and dread of being struck by a vehicle that eventually it wasn't worth the anxiety to try. And then of course there was the ever-increasing feeling of isolation. My closest friend was and hour and a half drive away, and the majority of my family lived in Spokane. The few rogue family members that lived in Seattle were far enough away and busy enough that us getting together was a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of thing. Suddenly I found myself, my husband and my kids were an island, all by ourselves in the great, big ocean of life. I began missing my family in Spokane more and more, and I realized one day that Steve and I had no real support group where we were. Everybody needs help sometimes, even if it's just somebody watching your kids for an hour while you go get your teeth cleaned. We had nothing like that in Kingston, whereas here in Spokane it's nigh in abundance.
Long story short (I know, too late), moving back to Spokane has been the best decision for myself and my family. Steve loves it here, which pleases me to no end, and the girls couldn't be happier. Since we moved into our new home in our new city the girls have experience sunshine and warm/hot temperatures every day, they can ride their little bikes and scooters in front of our house (located in the center of a 3 home cul-de-sac) without fear of being mowed down by some careless driver racing to make the next ferry boat, and they finally have friends everywhere they look. There are 2 little girls right next door, their cousins live less than a mile from us, there are kids of various ages all over the neighborhood... it's Utopia here for M1 & M2. And all of us - Steve, me, M1 & M2 - love, love LOVE our new house. It's SO much bigger than our old house, and it's fun and quirky and has a front and back yard to die for. It's wonderful here, and I am so glad that I have grown enough over the years to let my old Spokane prejudices fall by the wayside. And I'm equally glad that, in that time, Spokane managed to grow and change enough in itself to be habitable to me once again. I guess you could say that, although it took more than a decade of separation, Spokane and I have finally matured enough to meet in the middle and maybe... just maybe... live happily ever after.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Beds!!
This was a very productive day for our Spokane plans... Today we bought beds for the girls!!
I have been getting a little panicked lately because I didn't know what we were going to do about a bed for Maron once we moved to Spokane. {The daybed she's sleeping in now is slated for the extra room in the basement, and I'll be damned if I'm going to move that big bastard twice.}
Steve was home for the weekend, and last night while playing around on the internet he happened upon Zulily.com, and they had a section of kids' bunk beds at AMAZING prices. So behold! This is/will be Maron's new bunk bed!
Full-size mattress on bottom, twin-size mattress on top. Perfect for sleep-over's, fighting spouses, and out-of-town guests.
And of course with a fabulous new bed you need fabulous new bedding, and we found this awesome comforter set, also on Zulily.com. We bought it for the full mattress on the bottom bunk. We found a very nice reversible (light purple/dark purple) comfortor and sham in a twin size on a different website, and that will go on the top bunk.
Last but CERTAINLY not least, we found this bunk bed for Marida's room...
We decided to go with a honey color instead of white, because the dresser we bought new for Marida's nursery is honey colored, so it will go together nicely.
We didn't actually need to buy a bed for Marida now; she's still sleeping in her crib, and when we move to Spokane we'll take the front railing off of it and it will be a toddler bed, which should last her a while. But this bed was such a good price right now (seriously - it's a $750 bed that we got for less than $300) that we couldn't pass it up. And now when Marida is finally ready to go to a bik kid's bed, we will have this bunk set ready and waiting.
Now that Maron's room setup is COMPLETELY sorted, I will be able to sleep a little easier. There is a shit-ton of things that happen before, during and after this whole move, but at least now I know I will have a proper bed for the Fidget to sleep on. So today's score is Team Haag:1, Anxiety:0. Booyeah!
Friday, June 7, 2013
The Countdown is ON
For those (few) of you who don't know, The Haags are leaving Kingston!
Last Summer we purchased a home in north Spokane, and we've been renting it out for the last year. THIS Summer, we are moving in, and I, for one, can't freaking wait!
Steve and I just set the date for the move, and on August 10th the moving van will be pulling out of the swamp land and headed for drier pastures.
The official count? T-minus 64 days, baby!
Of course, now that there's a set date I am starting to feel a bit of anxiety about it. The simple fact of the matter is that we have 10 lbs of crap to stuff into a 2 lb bag in the next 64 days, and with Steve now living in Spokane, it's going to be about as difficult as it can be. But that's not going to get me down, hell no! It's going to be hard, but it's damn sure going to be worth it.
Last Summer we purchased a home in north Spokane, and we've been renting it out for the last year. THIS Summer, we are moving in, and I, for one, can't freaking wait!
Steve and I just set the date for the move, and on August 10th the moving van will be pulling out of the swamp land and headed for drier pastures.
The official count? T-minus 64 days, baby!
Of course, now that there's a set date I am starting to feel a bit of anxiety about it. The simple fact of the matter is that we have 10 lbs of crap to stuff into a 2 lb bag in the next 64 days, and with Steve now living in Spokane, it's going to be about as difficult as it can be. But that's not going to get me down, hell no! It's going to be hard, but it's damn sure going to be worth it.
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