Day 2...

CAPTAIN'S LOG:

We did it.
Woke up yesterday morning, read a sweet bye bye text from my baby brother Ivan (which immediately set me to crying), stretched, woke up my wife and daughter, packed our things into my sweet new ride (a red Subaru Outback with heated front AND rear seats... very sexy), enjoyed a final in-City breakfast at Toast, and skeedaddled our asses out of San Francisco. During breakfast I received a second bye bye text -- this one fom my mentor and one of my best friends in the world, Bruce. Burst into tears again. Right there, all up in Toast. Hope our fellow diners and the wait staff found that entertaining.
(When I was a kid, not crying was a matter of pride. You could punch me in the stomach, which happended pretty regularly with the wild bunch of kids I hung with back then, and I'd do my best NOT to cry. Now I read a text and get all boo hoo. Sigh.)

On Monday I said goodbye to my old blue Toyota Echo. Took pix. That stoic little car got us through difficult times. It did us the solid of not konking out in its old, battered age, which allowed a sistuh to keep making her mortage payments and to pay for fancy-assed childcare for our baby girl. That's a good car. We donated her to KQED. Hope she finds a good home with someone.
I'm not a big social media-type person. Y'all probably know, I don't do the Facebook Machine or Twitter. So maintaining this blog, loosely chronicling our move from San Francisco to western Massachusetts, will be kind of like a pilot project.

Here are some pix.

Chaos in the sublet (many thanks for the roof over our heads, Tia!)

Goodbye old buddy.

Me and Ivan. That boy made me cry...

Harper gaining access to new, sweet ride. The child has what one calls a lot of "agency."