Since I've basically made this topic non-sensical by removing my poorly made paint project, perhaps a little redirection is in order so as to make this not an entirely wasted thread. I'll make a little blog entry, how's about? Sounds good? Okay then.
The last three weeks have been some of the happier weeks I've had in years. Rural living, Oregon, the dogs and sheep; it's a much higher quality of life than I usually have back in Colorado. Not to mention I'm not constantly waking the ghosts of my past heartbreak simply by driving down the street, past the park where we'd have picnics, past the hotel we'd sneak into and go swimming, past the Indian restaraunt where nothing on the menu had a price and I ended up leaving a two-dollar tip after that man washed our hands after each of the seven courses. I've been in Colorado Springs for twenty years of ups and downs, and I'm just tired of it, frankly.
So I'm going to move to Oregon. I've already found a mobile home that I'm going to throw on my father's acreage, and shouldn't have trouble finding work in Salem or Portland. A little commute is alright. The sun will eventually start rising from the right direction, or maybe I'll just stop being disoriented.
So Monday I fly back to Colorado, and start packing, hopefully I'll be back in Oregon by Thanksgiving. Now, when that next California Boozefest rolls around, I'll make the drive down the coast and show you folks the what for.
That's it. No witty conclusion, dripping with virulent sexuality tonight, folks, I'm going to go boil some crabs, pour some wine, and think about the future.