Yike!  I missed my morning post yesterday.  Not that anyone would notice.  Blogging feels much like talking to yourself; unlikely that anyone else is listening and less likely that anyone will comment on what you've said.

Blogging is not as bad as posting on Facebook (FB).  With FB, the things you post are inflicted on all the people who have befriended you but haven't learned how to block your posts, or flush you as a 'friend'.

"Unfriend" is (I think) a new word that only has meaning in the realm of FB.  I don't think there is a comparable verb.  I might avoid someone or disassociate from them.  Maybe "disassociate" is the closest to "unfriend".

But this raises the question of what is a friend.  In FB, it is almost meaningless.  I get friend requests from total strangers.  In what way can you call a total stranger a friend?  Only in Facebook.  And if I find them unbearably dull or offensive, I either block or unfriend them much as I would walk away from a drunk at a party.  I think that FB has damaged/cheapened the meaning of the word "friend".

I have many acquaintances, but only a precious few friends.  Someone who knows me well and cares about me despite my flaws.  Someone I can depend on to drop what they're doing and come to my aid if I ask.  Someone who will help me to see my BS and still hang in there with me.  A friend like this is not found at the end of a mouse click.

Odd, I hadn't intended to blather on about blogging or FB, but there it is...

Yesterday was one of those beautiful sunny days we wait for all year here in the PNW.  So how did I spend it?  Packing boxes, moving boxes, stacking boxes...

We have today and tomorrow to finish up the move.  Then we join the ranks of the homeless.  It's an odd feeling to not have a place to call home.  I want to try it on and walk around in it for awhile.  Not like the people with the shopping carts and cardboard signs.  I expect to sleep in a bed every night, It's just that I don't know where that bed will be just yet.  I have a room reserved in Eugene, but that's a couple weeks away.  I guess we will inflict ourselves on family.

Even saying that feels icky.  I would not expect family or friends to provide for me what I can provide for myself.  It is heart warming that they have offered to provide for us in this transition though.

I don't mean to make fun of homelessness.  What a terrible thing it must be to have no place to go.  I can only imagine and my situation is dramatically not like that.  The fact that we have choices is the big difference.  We can always stay in a hotel if we want.  We have made choices that put us in our current situation and we are prepared to deal with the consequences of our choices.  Never the less, this is a paradigm I have not lived in before.