Moving on out

Been awhile since I felt the urge to vent ... got it now.

Sold the house, which means I have to move for the first time in 30 years.

Two bedrooms, huge two-car garage.

Seeking incentive besides desire to get away from the g-d yard, hauling hoses, pulling weeds, rinse and repeat. and repeat. and repeat.

So far, not much fun.

My best friend for life, Linda, dedicated herself to preserving my sanity. Hope she's up to it.

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