#47: Settled, and Unsettling.

So here I am, about 10 days or so before I am to leave the life I have known for the past 15 years or so. Has it really been 15 years? I believe so; Megs was 3 or 4 when I moved back to NC, she is 19 now. The excitement and anticipation and apprehension have all settled into a quiet drifting, a cross between not-quite-panic and a tiredness that is unknown in origin.

I suspect the night before I am going to be a nervous wreck.

maybe I need one of these.... 

Got all my shit packed up and piled up against my bedroom wall. It looks like a lot; I am trusting my rough measurement I took of the back seat  to be accurate enough to jam it all in. There will be that nagging doubt though, until I actually put everything in the car. But I took stuff to be stored, in containers that are larger than the ones I have here, and those fit with room to spare.

Perhaps I will set everything out on the rug (again) tomorrow and measure it. One more time.

Part of the unsettled-ness tonight is the reappearance of one person I had thought lost. Well, two people, actually. One found me; the other I found, randomly popping up in a search, just one more search, beyond hope I would find this person again. Yet there she is. Still blogging, just somewhere else entirely.

The temptation is there, to pop up again on her radar. "hi! I'm that friend you stopped responding to, with no explanation whatsoever. We were best buds in high school. Remember me?" But then common sense prevails: she has my email; or at the very least knows where this blog is; I have written several times (the last email, in fact, I mentioned I would be kinda close and if she wanted to catch up that would be AWESOME)

Chester, and Harvey.

Evidently it's too much to tell me "I don't want to talk to you any more, please go away".

My life has been a lot of "letting go" lately. Obviously this is one more thing I am going to have to let go. I have merely bookmarked the site and will just check in from time to time, to make sure she's upright and breathing.

But if you're reading this, Weezil old buddy old pal.... I'm here, should you decide to pop up on my radar again.

In other news, I have started calling the black rabbit Chester Bunnington.  We also have a white one that shows up once in a while, I have nicknamed it "Harvey". I am surprised both have survived as long as they have; Dent has been going out and feeding them when they show up.

I can only imagine what will happen if they're still here when winter comes. Hopefully they have dug themselves a nice snug hole somewhere.

Couple weeks ago was also the last time I went out with these zany folks. We went to Steels Creek. We had to cross said creek and boy was I glad to have worn shorts, as the water came up to my upper thigh.  It was kinda cold at first but felt pretty good in the 80-some degree heat.

I am going to miss this crew, but I have promised to come visit.

Also working on some "in between" posts, as I am unsure when I will be online again after I move. Think of it as "intermission" or being put on hold while you're waiting to talk to the next available person. I will try to make the posts amusing for you in the meantime.

Stay tuned!
Counting down the days :)
Aye,
Kraneia