these pictures are backwards from how i wanted them so we'll be travelling backwards in time for this post. here is stella playing in the airstream where we're parked at travis and andra's house. she seems like to like the airstream because she can cruise the perimeter indefinitely. she also is a big fan of opening and closing the bathroom door.
banging on the screen door is also a popular pastime; screaming at dogs and whatnot.
here's the rig, successfully towed to winchester using vegetable oil and without any major casualties.
this is the last shot of our driveway campsite. we used our deck ant patio more in one week than we had all spring.
tiffany makes the final check to see if we got everything. turns out we left the mounted barracuda, but we're hoping to see if atomic cafe will swap it for some free coconut shrimp.

stella in her cow-moo-flage car seat excited about moving. today we got rid of the RED COUCH. accidrunkenly purchased at an art auction where is was distinctly not for sale and moved into my house in violation of the laws of physics, it has been a red elephant and the last object in the house. today we found a taker! i suspect that this couch has been the cornerstone of our materialism and now we may leave in peace. (not that living in the driveway isn't just awesome) so today is the day.
many thanks to our chosen family for making this week of insanity a pleasant stay in the asylum. Mr and Mrs Amy set a nice table for us where the only thing sharper than the cheddar was the wit and The King of Trees gave me a sunset guided tour of paradise. The Mad Country Doctor has a hot tub and wine for us when we land in winchester tonight. and a general round of thanks for all the folks that absorbed our diaspora of whatnots.
one more porch scene from the master of backyard ambience himself. The Barry abides. there may be a shortage of cash in this country but this neighborhood could be the swiss bank of karma.

los gatos

pedro and quito have moved to indiana, land of hoosiers and soft-hearted grandparents. i can't express how much i love these little cats without waxing sentimental. when we hatched our grand plan to get rid of all our stuff and move to oregon in a trailer, we didn't realize that it was going to break up our collection of fine mammals but trailer life is not for these outdoors, urban-saavy gatos. i'm willing to break a little piece of heart on the gamble that they will like it better out in the country until we land somewhere kitty-friendly. ackk, the sadness. i'm starting to understand why my mother had trouble leaving my dorm room when she dropped me off at college. someday in the future cats will use email and this will be so much easier.

2am thoughts

can you get the jump on fate? you know some kind of change is out there headed for you like a meteor. what if you just go ahead and scramble your own life; will fate be satisfied? will fate kick back and take a smoke break saying "well he screwed things up enough himself, he dosen't need any help from me". it's the waiting that kills me. i know change is coming but i can't stand to sit around waiting for the other cosmic shoe to drop. it makes me antsy and restless. the more stable things seem the more i start to feel twitchy. a few years back, my parents house got hit by tornado. thanks to my father's foresight (also known as eastern kentucky paranoia) my family weathered the storm in a closet that was reinforced as a storm room. but when they came out the garage was gone, the house was crooked and life was real different. that seems to be the way things happen; you step into a closet and when you come out, your life is completely different forever. i went up to indiana a few days later to help clean up and remember wandering through the neighboring field where every few feet some random object from the past was scattered in the grass; a toy robot driven half into the ground, a report card in a bush, a pile of legos inexplicably surrounding the base of a tree. if felt good. objects seem to clutter my mind and i feel like that tornado has been spinning around in my life ever since it tore up my parents house. i'm tired of being possessed by possessions. i can't imagine my life being any better than it is right now and that's the best reason i can think of to shake things up a little bit. part of the definiting of "living" is responding to the environment; it you're not challenged to adapt and grow then you get old quick. i guess i'm ranting to rationalize the conflict i feel when it comes to leaving a life i love, but the truth is i've gotta go, i just can't shake the restlessness anymore.

birthday suit weather

spring seems to mostly be here for real and stella's celebrating at our campsite (also known as our driveway) another couple of days moving things out and we'll be fully trailer tramps.

firefly tumbleweed and the silver moon
cast iron beets and a baby spoon
crickets on the floor with a typhoon broom
mama's gone crazy in the living room
ms nala sauls whistles but she can't come in
daddy's locked up in the soda can again
the furry ninja's going north to make some friends
and the old rotten weiler's escaped again