This morning, I see there is not much difference between my life in the past three years and the above. From one waiting room to another seeing family counselors, lawyers, social workers, judges, experts… it all seems like a bizarre trip.

Listening to the Firesign Theatre again brought me back to being a teen in the late 60’s. I would listen to WBAI until 3 am, my personality forming into something that would be off-center enough to deal with future weirdness.

I’m waiting for the realtor to come by. He will help me do what I don’t and do want to do: sell this house. It feels like my ex is kicking us out. It feels like an exciting opportunity to move on.

Maybe it’s time to learn three new words in English: adventure, self-fulfillment, and closure.