Arkady, Mike and a couple of Becca's friends showed up to help us move out today. Isn't it great to have friends? When the proverbial doodo hits the fan, you always find out who your true friends are - the ones who'd bail you out in a pinch at 0130 in the morning.
Once we'd moved most of the heavy furniture, and put Becca's stuff into storage, I could tell that Arkady had had enough. Bless him, his wife is at home with the 'flu, and he was willing to give up the better part of his day to do unpaid physical labour. As always, we enjoyed intelligent conversation, and after moving, a cold Yuengling Black and Tan (think dark beer - for those who don't know the brand name) went down very well too.
I gave Becca a hug and a kiss and said goodbye, then followed Mike to Green Cove Springs in my little Hyundai. Christiansson and I sang our hearts out to Switchfoot, Imogen Heap and other artists.
We're going to make it. We're gonna be okay.
And, now that I am separated and moved into my new "fixed abode", I sit with Christiansson, Mike and Jane, in G.C.S., beer in hand watching "Fast Five" and wondering what is around the next corner...
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