So, I'm outa here in a mater of days, maybe a week. I'm not sure if I'm ready, but that little pc of uncertainty and doubt is the one thing I can depend on to be there every time.
Part of the reason for this comparative guarantee is it has been a routine for me to mess up my own routine; new gear and/or a new ("and improved") way to pack it all. Sometimes I'm even right.
This time the new additions, where valuable and handy aren't all that large or even heavy, really. But I am still trying to "perfect" a system that can with any luck, actually become a system with as few editorial rewrites as possible. I know it doesn't sound like it with me going on about this, but I really am an optimist. It's only later I tend to discover which brainiac idea was the one(s) that fucked up w out my say so.
In the last 4 days whilst fighting a head cold, no less, I have all but completely redone the trailer set up. This, sad to say is rather standard for me. Like I said on FB the other day, my buddy Jeff and his family had watched me do this every time I got ready to roll out from their place.
Which brings me to the meaning behind the title of this literary psychosis;
This will be the first time in a long time I will be rolling out, w nowhere to roll back to. No safety net, no house to "decompress at", & probably no friends to bail me out if I get stuck. My friends are still there, just none of them as far as I can tell will be in a mind or place to help.
This is neither new or unfamiliar, but it has been a long time since I danced solo w no back up like this. Like, 15 years or so. I have gotten complacent in my access to these things, & now I have to remember how to do it again with out them.
It can be jarring, & yes, sobering as well.
The good news is I'll be able to pull this off. Maybe not w everything I'd like yo bring, but way more than wld sanely criss mosts' minds.
I'll be trying to keep both this blog and Facebook updated as best I can.
Fir those mot coming to this from Facebook, I'm Stormpriest D'Nomad there.
