Am I sure? No, but what better way to be sure than to go and find out. Thatís how I wound up in Florida for five years.
Anyhow, I am not leaving until the first week of October. Gosh, I am so excited about quitting my job. So. Excited. Itís not a horrible job, just horribly boring.
If I donít like Denver, oh well. Florida will still be here. . . or anywhere else.
When I graduated many, many, many, many years ago, I had a plan to live in a different state every six months. I am hopelessly behind schedule.
A couple of months ago, I decided I had too much stuff. Just stuff in general. I have a fear of the disease of stuffitis that runs in my family. You know roll on deodorant? My grandmother kept all the roller balls from the bottles of deodorant she used over her lifetime. That is a lot of balls. Massive amount of balls, I kid you not.
Enough about balls. I sold my furniture, donated some stuff and tossed the rest. I have no furniture. Not exaggerating, no furniture. I had an air mattress briefly, but after it sprung a second leak, I tossed that and have been sleeping on the floor. Itís like a constant slumber party in my room.
Point being, it will be easy enough to move. Except Orange Cat who will have to be drugged as I fully believe she is capable of meowing for 2,000 miles straight.
By meowing, I donít mean the cute little kitty meows like Morris the Cat does, I mean yowling like the hounds of hell are ripping her limb from limb.
Itís so not cute.
Ok, then, so I drive a Miata. Yes, itís true. I am thinking this might not be the most practical car for winter in Denver. I could trade it in, but since my credit score is somewhat lower than most crack whores Ė and not even the successful crack whores, Iím talking the dregs Ė that may prove problematic.
I havenít seen snow in over FIVE years. . . but I have seen it.
Regardless, during the first snow, I will likely become incredibly giddy and rush around in it and possibly even roll around in it.
Iíll let you know how that turns out.
2007-07-18 at 8:55 a.m.