I loaded up the wheelbarrow and wheeled all my succulents and cacti over to the new apartment – they are still painting and roofing and god knows what and so I’m just biding my time to get in there and clean and start moving my stuff in. As I walked across the Magnolia Bridge with my wheelbarrow full of plants a woman said how great it looked and I said I was headed to my new home. And how great it felt – gloriously great. I love my new place so much so that it makes me downright giddy.
When I got there, the painter, who just happens to be the father of two musicians (sons) around town, said he wanted to see which house it was and so we stood at the front door of the apartment and looked across the bayou at the LaLa. I said I’m leaving that dream for the next one. He said life comes in many phases. Indeed.
This phase is bounded only by my love for Tin and my growing appreciation of my self.