CHANGE OF ADDRESS

well the move is on.

we move tomorrow. 5000 sq feet down to 1800. We've sold a bunch of stuff (yea e-bay)

we have the makings for the best garage sale ever (next Sat the 14th at the new house for those of you looking to score good shit).

We have an army of people coming to help this weekend.

Tate, Lois and Dad and I have moved things all week (with some help- go Brian and Tiphany) the pantry, closets, office stuff ect. The furniture goes tomorrow.

At this moment I am sitting here enjoying some quiet. The sun is behind a little cloud cover which is finally cooling things down (it's been like an indian sweat lodge around here lately). Mom and Dad are at physical therapy. Tate is off picking up the moving truck. Lois is showering, The dog is napping at my feet. I am in the one room in the house that still feels normal. We have left the art up, the phone plugged in, the lamps on the table, so as to maintain a sense of home in all the moving rubble.

But once I am done here, I will stand up and begin dismantling this room too.

I should say that mom is having a good week. Her neck is still sore and she still feels weak, but the chemo effects have worn off and she has had some good days, and will probably continue to until she goes in for her third round of toxic sludge. The first few days after are really tough on her- but by the second week she is loads better. Her hair is holding strong- falling out slightly- but her italian roots are hanging tough- cancer shouldn't try to fuck with an hairy italian broad.

And now I have to report some sad news.

They say the world never gives you more than you can take... which I guess means we must be a pretty tough bunch, because this morning our cat, Putti died.

Oh my god- it's really so sad and yet it makes me laugh. The whole thing is so ridiculous- it's just absurd. She went in her sleep, and in a way, made things easier for us all. She had been quite ill for sometime, and when we moved her favorite chair out of the pantry I think she took it as a sign to go. Loosing her chair perhaps made her loose her will to live. She slipped out quietly this morning at the foot of the bed with dad still in it.

And so.

We pack. We call the cat cremation place. We move. We have a 4th of July BBQ.... and mom takes her tarceva.

And even though it all sucks- it's all fine too.

We band together and kick some ass.

And thats kind how it is now.

Cuz we sure as hell cant get out of it- so we man up and do it.

And we remain,

endlessly

Team Carter