What has to do with the move
Considering the way life is, maybe you shouldn’t call the grandchild that takes care of you inconsiderate and selfish, because really when you need someone to do something for you and you have no one there, you’ll regret being so short-sighted.
The possibilities are endless. With every step the options fan out like a pantone color palette waiting for the perfect combination of blue and ivory to be paired.
With the infinite options come the brain shattering fullness of migraines that beat back hunger, fear, excitement, resentment, joy, lust, whelm, and balance. Evey step through a new door crams yet another alternative into a jam-packed future. My future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades.
Brightness and hue are only the frick and frack, not the body of time. Corporeally explained time does very little to support anything other than the blatant lack of time. Whiz bang stumble and fall, time will catch you up and call you out.
I don’t have to worry though, soon enough I will have more than enough time, perhaps too much time.
I’ve started my life from afar. Gardens in California are different than those in Boston. Mostly because there is a severe lack of crazy ass snow. I know, I know, “It gets cold in California”. Okay, the next person who says that to me I am going to punch in the face and lock in a freezer. Unless the temperature drops to -2 degrees, I don’t want to hear about how cold California gets.
I think I am going to start a water garden in my aquarium tank. I bought a book about how to create a small one. Once I work out the kinks in the small scale I can move to something larger and more permanent…and outside.
There is also a yard waiting for an intrepid gardener to come and tame it. According to lore, the yard has been in disrepair for several years due the nefarious combination of lack of interest and allergies. I am going to have a backyard at my fingertips. Yay! Lot of ground and space to play!