This past week has been pretty bad on its own, but on top of global pandemic, it pretty much overwhelmed my reserves. There's been a number of slings and arrows but the big one is this: the girls are moving to Northeast Texas around the end of May. This means they're moving behind the Pine Curtain. I'm not happy about them moving 250 miles away, but they have a giant family support system up there and Welsh Girl will probably be more likely to find a new job up there. That and her parents can help her buy a house. So I'll have to drive up there to see them every few weeks instead a couple of times a week.
In geocaching news (because it is steadily becoming my life), Geocaching While Black will be publishing its 400th entry next week. If you told me when I started this that I'd get this far, I don't think I would have believed you. Of course, when I have more bandwidth, I'll be editing my journeys into a book. I've started, but well, things happened. I'll get back to it, but right now is not the time. I was also elected to the Board of the Texas Geocaching Association. I'm the Central Texas Representative, so there's that, too.
How am I? I've been better. I feel a bit like a bird with clipped wings. I have/had a lot of travel plans this year. At the beginning of April I was supposed to start Oklahoma but the friend I was staying with opted to not have guests and Texas locked down anyway. I was going to Kansas for an event in May, but it's been moved to September. I'm planning on going to Seattle in August, but who knows how that's going to work out? The event itself has been moved back a week and who even knows what Seattle is going to look like at that point. 2020 is the first time in years that I felt like I could make plans and look ahead, and global pandemic. I just want to rent a car and drive. I want to spend days driving thousands of miles. The tragedy is that, having done this for 12,000 miles all over Texas, I know how little contact I have with people on the road. I could actually do this and social distance the heck out of it. But I can't justify it, can I? So I sit and plan routes around New Mexico and Arizona. I think about Arkansas and Louisiana. I want to do all these things and be all these things and I'm sitting here withering on the vine, as I feel I have done for much of my life. All I can do is fill the space with online karaoke, walking trails and using multimillion dollar satellites to find pieces of Tupperware, and basically dancing while Paris burns. And if you think this sounds rough, imagine how I'd be if I wasn't an introvert who liked being at home. And, of course, even after all this time, I feel a stab of hunger for the accountant daily and gain nourishment from the sight of her, but I can't ask her to see through the bars of my plight and feel the same. I'm tired and I live with the pain of so many old wounds. But I'm here. I'm trying to die on my feet and not on my knees.
Finally, I know many of us are having various feelings about all this. Some are handling it better than others. My point here (and I do have one) is 512.789.9204. If you need to talk, or text, or Facetime (or even Marco Polo), there I am. We're all in this together and, even though we don't talk all the time like we used to, I still consider you all my family.
I love you all. We'll all get through this. And don't let the pigfuckers win.
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