Monthly Archives: December 2012

Well, here I am home again and I must admit it feels pretty good. I’ve never really understood this Santa thing, but I want to believe.

Oh my God! He’s seen me and he’s coming for me. I can feel my hair stand up on end, which makes me look a lot bigger than I really am. A bigger target. This is it. No trees that … Continue reading →

I decided to repaint the hood over the engine—not sure why. I had it painted and all put together except for the latch which held it down. I was going to bolt that on when I got to wherever I … Continue reading →

On Leaving America – Part 34 I sold my van today, a 1971 Ford Econoline. I bought it new. It’s lasted all these years. I couldn’t see shipping it to Sweden, though I might have made money on the deal. … Continue reading →

From Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s Coney Island of the Mind Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no rootless Christmas trees hung with candycanes and breakable stars Christ climbed down from His bare … Continue reading →

I’ve picked the wrong time of year. It’s raining almost every day and night. My coat’s a mess. I haven’t been combed in days. I keep thinking of Amber and will see if she’s at the back door. Sometimes she … Continue reading →

Part 33 A The end is here? More added tension . . . stress. I am not good with money and have been given some very bad advice by expensive experts on investments. Someone has shown interest in our house … Continue reading →

The End is Here – last part The Elephant in the Room Part B of 2 Parts It has become more real that we are actually doing this, before long we’ll be moving on, and it hurts. Damn it hurts. … Continue reading →