Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Rather, tomorrow is.
Today is the last day of that last life. The one that I'm leaving behind. Tonight, I celebrate it's ending.
For those of you who follow this blog for entertainment, or as a distraction, I apologize that it gets so heavy at times. I guess it's become more of a reflection of me than I ever thought it would be. Regardless, thank you for listening. Don't give up on me.
Tonight, the car is packed. Warden is on the floor, resting. A cake is sitting on the counter. A cake which would be in Stella's belly were she still alive. A cake baked in her memory--with a delightful buttercream frosting--in honor of the time she opened the oven and helped herself. Only death could keep her from driving up my grocery bill.
Tonight, I drink to her memory. Perhaps Warden and I will go for a late night walk in the cemetery.
Tomorrow, a coin flip. Rather, two coin flips. A flip to decide north/south or east/west. A flip to decide the winner of the winner. The gas tank is full. My bank account is cleaned out. I will be gone for a few days, recharging. Renewing. Reinventing. Vision Questing.
When I return, perhaps blogging will not be something Curt Jimenez does anymore. Perhaps this is Curt Jimenez' last post. Perhaps...........
Please keep blogging, Curt. There's so much more butter to be made better.
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to worry about you Curt. Reading your posts for the last few months, you've started to feel like a brother to me. Even if you are going to give up blogging, at least make a short post to let us know you are all right.
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