I'm interrupting my regularly scheduled "Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, all Things Irish" regular type of Saturday post to announce that, by the end of today, I and my three youngest kids (all of whom are now adults, 18-23) and two of my furballs will be somewhat transitioned into a two-bedroom apartment within walking distance to my work, a Wal-Mart (food, medicine, and other essentials), our vet, a quick care, a pharmacy, a gas station, and a hospital.
In short, all the conveniences within hoofing distance for one that has no car.
Although I'm not abdicating my homeless status (that's not an explanation for here), I am rather excited, because it means I can eat when and where I wish, shower when I wish, do laundry when I wish, cuddle with my cats -- in short, obtain the necessities of life without interfering and upsetting the lives of others.
Later today, I'm hoping to do two things. One is to walk to work, so I know exactly how much time to leave in the morning. The second is to plot a daily, power walk course, break in new ground, so to speak, a new territory for freeing my mind and releasing that creative muse, for yes, I still do walk with notepad and pen.
Ed Calkins would probably write a bad limerick for it, so I guess this post IS about him, after all.
I cannot wait...
In short, all the conveniences within hoofing distance for one that has no car.
Although I'm not abdicating my homeless status (that's not an explanation for here), I am rather excited, because it means I can eat when and where I wish, shower when I wish, do laundry when I wish, cuddle with my cats -- in short, obtain the necessities of life without interfering and upsetting the lives of others.
Later today, I'm hoping to do two things. One is to walk to work, so I know exactly how much time to leave in the morning. The second is to plot a daily, power walk course, break in new ground, so to speak, a new territory for freeing my mind and releasing that creative muse, for yes, I still do walk with notepad and pen.
Ed Calkins would probably write a bad limerick for it, so I guess this post IS about him, after all.
I cannot wait...
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