Moving....

I have to move. Turns out that my Apt. has been rented out from under me.

I could explain the details, but it would read like a bad pulp fiction novel.

So shortly I'll be posting pictures from the new flat.

It's bigger, but much farther from downtown Boulder, and it has A/C and a pool.

But my next door neighbor has a leg "Lojack" but he is a nice guy and plays guitar.

He can't leave his house after 10:00 at night. That's enough of a way to convince you not to do "bad"

Things more or less continue to suck.

And I lose Anne on the same day I have to be moved out.

"I''m tired of fighting" - Beck

Lost in Translation

She is closer to your age......

Wasn't there anyone to Lavish you with afffection ?

I hate this shit.

H

It's possible I'm having a mid life crisis.....

But I haven't tried to buy a porsche yet..... but have thought about a Series II

I have more pictures, but if I try my comcast. they will shut me down. We'll see.

Anne is alive and well, I am still standing,

Harry

Oh, and just in case....

Last night I made steak tips, with a fine piece of steak, and carrots in a foil packet with the leftover marinade, and quite frankly it kicked ass.

And got rewarded with Strawberry shortcake for dessert that also kicked ass.

: P

H

It was supposed to come in three's....

But bad shit seems to happen now in multiples higher than that.

There's a lot of you trying to get in touch with me, I apologize, but most of my phone communication has been shut off, and I've been away from decent internet for a while.

I write this from free wireless, and I can only say things that went bad, then went worst.

My friend was in the hospital, for several days, and now, is on a plane home to Arizona, where she will probably secure a job, and leave me here, again solo.

That is OK. I have done it long enough now that I can. But I do not like it. I was allowed a small period of time to have a mate again, and now it mostly hurts.

So, if you read this, and have any feeling for me at all, understand, that I am bitter, and lonely, but have faith that somehow I will make it out of this, and probably many other sad and unfotunate situations in the future.

I have fought hard and true, and will continue to do so, but there is only so much a person can take. So if I do not seem to be responding, I apologize, but I'm a little tired of this shit. And I don't really lend anything to most of your lives, so I go on, but don't be hurt, or offended, I'm just too far away to be consoled as I would like.

I would give my right arm for a hug, but that simply isn't going to happen.

I remain, true to my cause of giving the finger to Death, and will hold true to that.

Remember Smeagal lies, and the ring is mine. There are Eagles out there, they just aren't me, or mine.

h

It's not easy being green...

I lost a friend yesterday, she was a wonderful person who really loved Jim Henson, and she had a stroke and then was declared brain dead. So the stupid Kermit reference is relevant

That's not real subtle, or polite, and I'm sorry, but God is an Iron, and this fucking sucks.

All I can say, is I'm going to really miss her.

I know you don't know her, unless you actually read this blog from Boulder, which would be awkward.

Emily, it wasn't right, and it wasn't fair, and you made everyday worthwhile.

H

Some pix are posted

From my various adventures.



This is right after we got rained on at Carter Lake.

If you look closely, you can actually see snow still on the mountains in the foreground.

It is nice that everything dries fast in Colorado.

There are some benefits to being in Colorado.

Cheers,

H