so anyway, here i am doing it again. because i am all about easy right now because my brain is a frazzled ball of bubble wrap and lost sharpies and packing tape and crazy questions i keep asking me like, what is this? how did it get here? is this even mine? oh, look! there’s that awesome YES Tour ‘77 t-shirt and man, when did i get so old? hey where’s the other part that goes on the end of this schplipper-thingy? god, was i that thin? Ouch. look! what’s this? oh, an almond. is this from yesterday? yummy. Do we have any of that hibiscus tea? How’d it get to be 4 o’clock?
hey, jode! 'member?
anyway, here’s the scoop.
Please consider this my official resignation as a resident of the State of Florida.
thankyouthankyou, yes, it’s been a long time coming, actually since before we even arrived, and i want to thank everyone for their patience regarding all the whining and for the dreadful mood i’ve been in. FOR 4 YEARS. really. thank you. y’all are my heroes. i love you even more. i do i do! i am not even kidding. at all.
so, we are heading back to los angeles. i know--surprise, right? i was choosing not to recall the whining from the time that we left, but now i am looking at the symmetry in it and i’m tilting my head to one side and squinting a little bit and i am nodding and deciding that it is just lovely.
quick gory details are that
*no, we still haven’t sold the house but the good rental gods were kind enough to drop the perfect tenant in my lap.
*we had a CRAPLOAD OF CRAPPY CRAP SALE last weekend which would’ve been even better if a certain husband hadn’t kept giving everything away.
*i have been waiting for my traveling companion louis to get well as he has had The Most Mysterious Illness In The Whole Wide Canine World. for a while there it was pretty much a series of animal experiments going on here at the Fonda Science Center. it was very horrible, he is better, and i am hoping he’ll be at least 90% by the time i leave. i’m still not sure whether or not he’ll drive with me. he says he doesn’t know what i’m talking about, but okay, whatever.
*we are packing up the house and said certain husband wonders if i know how bossy i’m being.
*of course i do.
*my imaginary personal assistant, sasha, is a certified dreamboat. she is trying to keep me on task and when she gets a little pushy, i send her on errands which she completes efficiently, with a smile, and zero carbon emissions—on account of she’s all in my head. i love her so. she completes me.
*i’d also like to point out that i see the insanity in dragging the same shit from fl to sf to la to nc back to fl and then back to la.
not illustrated here but if you count college, the fl to nc back to fl line gets even thicker
*certain husbands and pets will join me in december.
*here’s a picture of pets staying out of my way as i tear this house apart. they watch me like i’m a tennis match. and i'm winning.
*i will be hunting for a job and a home, so please, if you have either, speak up for lord’s sake. and if you have both, i owe you a dancing, fiery hot kiss. or two.
*maybe once i’m on the road, this blog will perk up a little.
*here's a tip: blasting houses of the holy on 11 is perfect when packing up your shit and getting ready to hit the road to your brand new old life.
10 comments:
Thank-god,
Finally!! Now could you just hurry up!
I'm just bitter that I live in the state that you, apparently, will never visit again. Count yourself lucky Califuckinfornia.
cheer up linlinbobin. Our angel lives in the netherworld, you will never lose her. look forward to your visits here. Our visits to florida are now cherished memories.
But oh, do we look forward to this ball of catalyst being in our backyard.
Billy
Anxiously awaiting your arrival here in CA. Please bring a budget. We need one.
Alex
ok I am retarded, I thought I sent you a message.. then I find this blank thingy. What the fuck, oVer?
Message stated Bust-a-move sister.
Bring pets.
Love, Holden's god mother,
Derbie
California, here I come,
Right back where I started from,
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun,
Each morning at dawning birdies sing and
everything.
A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late."
That's why I can hardly wait,
So, open up those golden gates,
California, here I come!
California, here you come,
Right back where you started from,
Where floodies of buddies welcome you in.
Each morning at dawning dolphins leap and
cell phones beep.
This sun-kissed miss says, "Don't be late."
Pack the car or hop a freight.
We've opened up our golden gates,
So, Californai, here you come!!
Yahooooooooo
Birdie
Fouhnda, how could I forget Yestours since "we were with the band!" And, I was not that patient with your home state whining. BUT, I am, CATAGORICALLY, still the best friend.
Jody
(west coast friend, glad to see the return of Fonda - pack your stuff better this time. And don't think that this gets you out of seeing your family every again!)
Dear Peripatetic cousin,
A long lost cousin on the Left Coast is glad to see you moving back where you belong...at least for a while
nice. i won't miss you more than i do already. i might miss some of the moping, but its unlikely. glad to be your final visitors in sarasucky. its like an open casket ppolish funeral, when your aunt drapes her body over your grandmother's casket, posing for pictures. well, a little bit like that anyway.
sweet fonda! wow. full on auto-blogography. can't wait to see you in austin.
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