Going home...

The question for me and Henry will always be, which home? There will never be just one. There may well be a favored local nest, like this nice flat has become. Like our fantasied small Louisville East End house, with lots of craftsman made furniture and a not-to-big garden may be.

I've got a flight back. And I've got a return set of flights, SDF to London to SDF, in April! Which piping event to go to, Halsway or Oxford? In 2007, can't go to both. It's Oxford; and a Folk Club and a Book Group. Expression of heart loving, not heart breaking.

And... Jefferson County will manage to register my Micra. So: final worry about taking it is covered, and the decision is YES! The metaphor is, Count Dracula's Transylvania soil in his coffin. As he can then always sleep At Home, so may I always Drive at Home. Til the engine dies.

Henry agrees that this blog, set up in angst about what to do, is coming to an end. But not tonight, Henry.

Monday the 13th

What a time.

Here in downtown Faversham, the bulbs are in most of the Christmas Lights webbing cable, just not in front of my house yet.

Tonight one could have gone to a dandy Film Society showing, or to the Creek Consortium and voted to shape destiny! Or gone to a Faversham Folk Club committee meeting, if you are on the committee. Or like me, dipped out of the Consortium meeting for a Craniosacral Therapy treatment with the amazing Amanda.

How many other things were going on this evening? How many people stayed home, worked on their stamp books or derived the benefit of their license fees? How many, like S my dear, were in hospital, ready for the operation to reconnect a stoma, to become free from bags of intestinal product resting on their stomach?

How many colostomys get reversed? How often does that work or not work, and if not, what then? What can I do to make it sure that the cancer is gone now, and he will never need the reversal reversed? How can I express the depth of my hatred of that disease, that eats people I love and need?

Other things: water monitoring will be late; the KPI is going ahead! except maybe for the software part; Arrivals...; take my car or not? Olivia loves me, and is giving me the benefit of her life in River City: will the insurance agent answer the email? Is the follow-up surgery/treatment of an anal abcess like other rectal problems? Who decides? Why my loved ones and not me? (Am I really either just not angry, or sufficiently aware of my anger to not need to somatise it? My friends with Bottoms, just at this point disowned me...) Do I pay off a mortgage here, or use the dosh as downpayment there? And what's that got to do with bottoms? Money....

At least I know who I am, and can prove identity against money laundering: passports, and birth, marriage, divorce certificates; UK and Ky photo driving licences; DHB pass; utility bills addressed to me here. Whee. In the summer, buying the flat, it was onerous. Now it's candy.

That's enough, Henry says. He of course is free of digestive engineering. Lucky to be stuffed!

Just a Sunday...

We're okay, Henry and I. Just, in a process of molecules gently floating off me, in transition to Louisville.

I finish work in 9 weeks, and expect to er, transit the week after.

Questions left to sort: what will I get from my pensions? What happens with the state pension? How best to go about moving dosh from here to there? Then, Car: will it be cost-effective to take it with me? Can I get it insured there? Do I really not mind having the Only Micra In America? Finally, where to live? Pension lump sum might = down payment on condominium or little house - and it does seem more sensible to do that than to pay off mortgage here. I think.

Going to see Stephen's accountant on Monday, make a start towards these money questions.

Now, to finish my final talk for the Dover Unitarians. Sadly, I'm not sure how long they'll be able to hold together. Henry (or maybe it's Jill!) reminds me I can't be responsible for that.