Went to Cannon Beach on Sunday. Gina DiPonio of Chicago was in town, and managed to get me outta the house for some fresh air. Rad gal, got a good head on her shoulders. ‘

Out to that coast, through the coastal mountains, into the salty sea air.

I love the cool temps of the beach. It was 60 degrees out there. My kind of summer day, you bet.

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I close on the pad tomorrow. I’m told I’ll be signing documents for the better part of an hour. Some might call it “signing yer life away.” I call it, “signing up for a new life.” This is a big step for me. A dream fulfilled, one of many, as I do my best to carve out a little niche in this mean ol’ world.

It’s just me here handling all this. Just me. Been quite a learning experience. So many new things to wonder about, so many new things to worry about. This is the big leagues for a guy like myself.

Homeowning. Homeowner. Plot of land. “My Place.” The ranch. A safe house for those on the lam. “A real shithole.” The shack. Four walls and a goddamn roof.

Just me doing this. Very thankful for the fact I’m able to take the leap.

I sign the shit tomorrow, and get the keys on Friday. Then the “slow burn” move starts. Little by little, I’ll run piles out. Many a friend has offered up a truckbed or set of muscles. The big stuff will be dealt with in a week or so, once the gas, electric and cable intra-net is up and running like the motherfuckers that are.

Making this deal official.

Oh, everyone is welcome too, except for the fuckers who’ve given me dirty looks, written me a ticket, broke my heart, ripped me off, “revisited” a design of mine and/or crossed me in any way.