AquiEstoy

Standin' on the edge of gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

I think that was George Clinton, someone please correct me if I'm wrong. ...and no it's not Bill or Hillary's brother.

In any case, that's where we are. ...and in this case the we is the royal we; Sheryl and I, and, hopefully, Lily, as we prepare, mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally, and financially for our journey westward.

My nominal internet home will be going down while we make the transition, and I will probably not get around to arranging alternative hosting during our transition. So this is most likely gonna be it.

Here is where we'll leave our breadcrumbs, postcards, and souvenirs. Our goodbyes and our hellos.

I'm sitting in my tiny little office, at work, listening to Lucinda Williams singing...
come out west and see
the best that it can be
and though you won't stay permanently
come out west and see.

climb up on a rock
and stretch out in the sun
and close your eyes and let
your imagination run.

...

who knows what the future holds
or where the cards may fall
but if you don't come out west and see
you'll never know at all.

That pretty much sums it up. That, and the way Sheryl lit up when we stepped out of the Sacramento airport into the warm California dusk.

By the way; today is Lily's birthday. ...and it's a happy one.

Before we go, however, we must have a good bye party, and we will.
You'll be there won't you? Good. If the lord of our land, as we refer to Matt, has his way, the backyard will be dug up and full of construction happening on his new income generating apartment units.

Don't get me wrong. Matt has a perfectly legitimate right to use his land to generate income and provide housing for Yale grad students. I fully support his right. I also know and believe that he, in fact, has an obligation to his family to exercise that right. However, it's sad that it will occur at the expense of our sweet little back yard eco sub-system. But that's progress.

Just like the Sacred Heart Masters, our summer rowing situation. It was sweet, really sweet, for the past five years. We got to row, learn to row, fall into the Housie, jump into the Housie, love the Housie, and be revolted by the Housie. We rowed up to the Dam, and down to the ocean. But it's done now. John and Cis need to make progress. They need to move on. ...forward, onward. I enthusiastically support they and their endeavors, I love them both, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Still it's sad that we can't all row together this summer.

However, there are rowing opportunities in Sac, like the River City Rowing Club. In fact Sac is loaded with opportunities for us. That's why we're heading out. As I often say to my daughter, Tova, "if yer not breakin' any eggs, yer not makin' a cake."

come out west and see...