So, overcast, drizzly day here and I am painting two rooms. Gotta run out and buy candy. Not much, though: 6 houses on my dead-end road, only two with kids.
Doorbell rings twice every Halloween. When wife and I moved here, we came from a large condo complex that not only had a lot of kids, but parents from other parts of town would drop their kids off there, since it was large, safe, and "condensed" (very efficient Trick or Treating!). So we went literally from hundreds of kids for hours to...two .
Wife called earlier to tell me when moving company will be by for all the rest of her boxes and her piano: two weeks from today; talk about advance notice She got a new apartment, eighteen month lease beginning 11/15.
She'll be coming over sometime today to pick up her mail.
The very first decision I made while I was still reading The Four Agreements was to decide to: not take my sitch personally. None of it. Not the bomb, not the leaving, not the continued and escalating distancing. Nor the lies, the rewriting history, editing memories, nor bizarre accusations. None of it. I just don't take it personally. I'm not taking it personally. I refuse. No more.
What a burden that lifted.
Anyway, I am doing nothing tonight for Halloween, except answering the door twice. Just as I always do: with my really cool, very realistic, expensive, Hollywood-quality hairy, fang-y, spittle-y, raging gorilla mask on!
Hey, it's either that or go trick or treating as "guy-with-paint-drips-and-splotches-all-over"
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
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She got a new apartment, eighteen month lease beginning 11/15. 
