An ordinary Monday for most, today is momentous for me in a couple of ways.
First, as of 2:30pm, I have sold the house we bought in 1983.
As I wrote here almost exactly two years ago, I spent my middle and high school era here before renting and then buying the house from my folks over the past five years.
Not that anybody either remembers that I wrote two years ago "I'm gonna stay a while" or would hold me to it, but as they say about mice and men...
I recently decided to shack up with my lady friend (wwoman just doesn't look right), and we bought a place. As such, the old domicile had to go. Rates were rising, so it was touch and go, but it worked out.
And so I bid adieu to a home I've known for just shy of 40 years. Happiness, relief, wistfulness.
On another note, 21 years and some hours ago, I came home from a night of heavy beer-swilling at the
Cowboy Cafe, nodded off for an hour or so, and was awakened by my wife's contraction-induced alarm. Several hours later, my first child entered the world in our nation's capital.
Today that child could go into the Cowboy Cafe and legally order a beer.
Makes a man feel old, but all is well. Happy 21st to my Zoƫ.