A VOICE FROM OUTER SPACE

At least that's how I feel.  Lost in space perhaps.  A friend just emailed me that this journal was gone, no longer available.  And I found that broke my heart... so I came to see if it was true.  Is it?  Is there anyone anywhere who can still access it?  Besides me?

Re the previous entry about putting my books on halfbooks.com, it happened and then it was over.  I only sold five or six books that way, then we had a book sale, as part of the six yard sales we had before moving.  The books that didn't sell that way were donated to the Lewes Library, and they were very happy to have them.   So, that felt good.

We've made the move, the hellacious drive across the country in two vehicles, me driving a twenty-six foot Penske truck, Gail in the Toyota Matrix with all three animals.  I'm just glad we didn't decide to move to California!  New Mexico was quite far enough.  Maybe a little too far.  The last day's driving was done on sheer willpower.  We've been here almost three weeks now, unpacking, looking at replacement furniture for that which we sold pre leaving Delaware, having work done on the house in order to make it our house, just trying to adjust to such a new altitude and climate.

To add Scylla to Charibdis, yesterday I had the first serious car accident of my long life.  A woman ran her stop sign and broadsided me on my side of the car, the driver's side.  I was fortunate to emerge with only shock, cracked ribs and chest contusions, as well as wildly elevated blood pressure and fury.  But it adds another layer of crap to deal with, insurance and car rental, collision people dragging the car away - and in all probability, looking for and buying a new car.  The poor little Matrix looks like it's totalled to me, thought we'll have to wait for the official opinion.

I don't have the time for much researched posting on The Blue Voice right now, so perhaps I'll be back here, just writing from my life, for a while.  If anyone reads, that's good.  If not, it's still an outlet.