Moving on

My life over the past almost three years has been stressful to say the least. I have sold a house, moved three times, been diagnosed with colon cancer, had surgery to remove the cancer, been through chemotherapy for same, nearly alienated my family due to my inability to handle the stress, lived with relatives for a short period and now am moving again. But this move is a positive one that I am looking forward to.

Cramped quarters has been the order of the day for the last ten months. Now comes a home with creature comforts I have been without for some time. Simple things like a dishwasher, disposal, decent washer and dryer. I know, others have it much worse, but allow me my indulgence. You do what you have to do to survive and our tiny home for the past ten months was serviceable but was....well...you try sharing a single bathroom with two teenagers and doing without the aforementioned. Waaa. Poor me.

So this week begins the move and will take me away from some of my usual activities, like blogging. I have my priorities after all. So I move on to a better, roomier and happier place. I get keys today.

There will be space for all. A kitchen that has room for more than one (I miss cooking with Mrs. MM), a master suite with walk-in closet and our own bathroom, an office, space for the kids, a real garage and a hot tub the size of Rhode Island.

I was grateful to have a roof over my head, but am excited to be taking the next steps in my journey through life.

You're Toast

"What can I get you," he asks.

"Just toast with butter.

My stomach, it’s upset," she replied.

"As you wish," he said

as he adds something special

to the butter.

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