Saturday, May 23

on the move.

so we're moving....

yep.
just like that,
a lightning-striking later-than-last-minute modification to the path,
and a new goal opens up a roadside life-handed lemonade stand.
where are we headed?
wellll,
it's still woodsly, and it's still good,
but it sure isn't the fabulous forest we've been frolickin' through.
where, again?
to some kind of vacation superstation,
in a planned lakefront waterside community.
whoah,
hey now,
go easy;
i'm not turning into a weak waterbaby white person...
i'm only staying there for just two teentsy-weentsy months.
seriously.
it's only temporary.
it's an actual vacation property.
and we're renting it as such:
our friendly neighborhood realtor found us a solution,
and began a whole other 'nother series of actions,
in the span of about seven seconds.
he kinda rocks it.
when your name is rich johnson,
should anyone expect anything less? 

in true fairy tale buzzer-beater magic sparklicious fashion,
a solution presented itself,
and the immediate needs of myself and my peoples,
and my dogs,
got well-cared for,
and,
at long last,
our collective deep, deep, lung-aching, overlong held breath was let out.
aaaaaaand, exhale.
what's my favorite kind of room?
breathing room.
yeah.
i am grateful for the time i have been given.

so,
in true bob wiley tradition,
if any of ya'll happen to have a too-big turquoise t-shirt,
big yellow block lettered with the words:
''don't hassle me, i'm local'' on it,
send it up here.
i'm officially on vacation,
starting june first,
for sixty stormswept, house-hunting, hot and fiery days.
better things are happening.
all  the time.
where are ya'll?
I'M at the fire.
i'm also on vacation.
....from my problems;
never quiet, never soft.....

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