The Girls just spent two weeks here in Austin and went home yesterday. It is better for them that they're with their mother, but I'm always remind how much I miss them. They deserve a better father, but I'm a heck of a lot better than my father ever was. I'll take it.
Well, I'm up to 727 counties now. My Arizona trip in January, though strategically a failure for reasons partially out of my control, was a thing. Phoenix turned out to be the biggest pain in my ass. The Grand Canyon was a pretty big damn hole in the ground. Vegas was Vegas.
After that, I took a road trip north. Made it all the way to South Dakota by way of Nebraska and Iowa. I even finished my last counties in Kansas.
In a few weeks I'm going to Seattle for a week. One weekend I'll be in Canada at GeoWoodstock, grabbing geocaches almost like there is no tomorrow. The other weekend, I'll be speaking at a special event at Geocaching HQ. In the week between, I'll be going to all 39 counties in Washington and a few in Oregon and Idaho. If I'm lucky and can remove a complication, I might even make it to Montana.
In February, I started dating someone. A month ago, she broke it off because she didn't think she could love me like I deserve to be loved.
Two weeks ago, I left my car door unlocked and someone took about $15 in change and about $250 in stuff. Most of the stuff was replaced easily thanks to Amazon, but something was stolen that didn't belong to me and that I can't replace. I lost other peoples' metaphorical hopes.
Today, someone smashed in one of my car windows. It was either completely random (they didn't go in my car or touch either of the car around mine) or, harder to believe, it was directed towards me specifically for some reason. If it was random, I think I might be in the clear. If it was targeted, there might be something else to watch out for. We shall see.
I fear that Seattle will be my last trip of the year. I have some things I've needed to get done this year. Out of six, I've managed to accomplish one. If I can accomplish most of them early enough, I might be able to do something at Thanksgiving, but that really depends on me finding about $3.5K in the next few months. I wish I had it within me to whore myself out to people to monetize my travels or ask for backing or any kind of crap like that, but I don't have that in me. All I can do is hope for the eccentric millionaire. That's not entirely true. I can keep going, because the alternative, stopping, is not acceptable.
That is all.
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