I’m not dead! But I have finally moved!
The story behind it all is rather long and boring, so I won’t fill up your day with all the issues we faced. But, needless to say, the end result was a good one!
They say buying/selling a home and moving are two of the biggest stresses most people will face in their lifetimes, and I can attest this seems to be true. Add in the fact that I’m 66 years old and not as strong as I used to be, so moving box after box into a truck was not in the cards. We hired movers who moved all the big stuff and 99% of the boxes we had. I moved my models and my bass guitar myself, plus we moved my wife’s pottery business ourselves as well.
So, I’ve landed but the house is a mass of open boxes and is a complete disorganized mess. I’ll be a while before I can get back to drawing on a regular basis, but this new home has a MUCH better set up for my office. Plus, I have a separate room to build and display my models as well as a carpentry workshop out in the garage. All of this is going to be a great way to get back into the groove that I had a couple years ago.
So, new comic material is still several weeks away. Most likely I’ll start posting the story again just after the new year, but I will pop in here with holiday themed art of the gang as well as the occasional pin up. At least the worst is behind me and I’m looking forward to giving life to the 1977 gang once again.
See you soon! At least I’m “Home and Dry” as Gerry Rafferty was back in 1978.
Must set you back a few grand unless they are cheap in the south. Roofing won’t be easy scary I fell with triple fractures maybe women aren’t so scary. Other wise fabulous house with beautiful scenery. I could see a house like that in my town in an upscale neighborhood so much for the southern culture on the skids trailer park stereotype of pulp fiction. Lustful trailer park women and scary men with stinky feet named Bubba. Though in the Canadian shield elevate for spring floods and winterize before hand for heavy snow. Granite is hard to break so tough luck trailer park boys. All kidding aside you lucked out love the house I’m sure the tricker treaters will on Halloween yeah little ones.
Our new house is only about 7 miles from our old home. The movers made two trips in just over 4 hours. And yes, the south is cheaper for sure as the move was about $1,300. And I’m never going up on that roof. Never. I have a terrible fear of heights.
There are plenty of trashy trailer park homes in and around this area, trust me. And there are no lustful women living in those rust buckets. Though lots of guys named Bubba. 🙂
This particular subdivision isn’t very big and is mostly of older families, so very few, if any, little ones. Yes, we are lucky to have found a house like this in the price range we could afford. I thoroughly intend on staying here for a long, long time.
Should have wished you a happy Halloween did you see any cute little ones or go to an hedonistic blow out. After working for the local little forest in my neighborhood I dressed as Harley wearing a pink bustier, hot pants, fishnets and high heels oh the fun. Speaking of which wonder if anyone dressed like the cover of pulp fiction about lustful women in trailer parks. They should I would dressed like Daisy May from little Abner or the like the women from little Abner the musical. Singing “Bring them bring them they way they was they were unclothe and unpleasant but at least they were present and that’s the way we prefer bring them the way they was.” Won’t try that were you live scared the locals will punish me. I know you didn’t get snow but I did for Halloween. Carly and I went to a local drive dressed as sexy mines we wore striped dresses with boots, she had leggings and I had pink fishnets. We had a ball dancing, playing pool even saw a woman dressed a cute little land snail feeling cozy in hosiery while snow falls.
I have always wanted to draw my version of Daisy May. She’s quite the looker for a cartoon character.
And thanks for the Happy Halloween! It was a fun day even though we only had one child ring our doorbell. Rural neighborhoods are like that.
After moving in together to the current flat 20 years ago, we had a pile of boxes taller than we were, same kind of disorganised mess. My wife (to be) found that demoralising, was close to panicking, but I said, oh, the hard part is over, we will sort this out. And we did. For me, this was actually the easy and fun part, sorting all the things to where they belonged, one piece at a time. A few days later, the pile was gone, and nearly everything had found its place.
I have nowhere else lived as long as here, and nowhere liked living as much as here. Next move, when we are both retired, is still a number of years away.
We have punched a major hole in our pile of boxes but we still have a long ways to go. This is our fifth house since we’ve been married and I hope we don’t move again. Our first home here in North Carolina was just too small. We knew we wanted to downsize, but we went too far too fast. This house seems to be the right size for us. At least that’s our plan.
Bought this house to keep for two years then sell, I didn’t want it when we bought it but it was all we could afford at the time, almost thirty years and two rounds of half-assed but very expensive renovations later, I still don’t want it but that’s not my decision. There are still boxes from a move we made in 1980 that have never been opened…
Well, sorry to hear that. I hope it at least is somewhat comfortable for you.
Of our first three houses, I stated clearly, as we moved in, that I wanted to live in each for 5 years. We stayed in them 11, 12, and 13 years respectively. So, by actually moving from our first house here in North Carolina in 5 years is a record for us. This house, I have no intention of selling or moving. I can live to a ripe old age in this place. Time will tell.
Why would anyone name their feet Bubba?
That’s like the opening line to Tull’s “Aqualung”:
“Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent…”
Who has the bad intent? The guy or the little girls? I’m sure the English majors out there will correct me. 🙂
BTW, My feet are named “Son of a Bitch!” As that’s what I say every time I stub my toe. 🙂
Sorry, I tend to assume the worst.
No need to apologize, it reminded me that I needed to check in here and let folks know what’s going on.
BTW, even if I do die, I have instructed my sons to keep this site going for at least five or more years. This comic is my legacy for my artwork and I want it around for a while after I’ve hitched a ride to the other side.
Buying a house wasn’t my greatest stress with it…having it repiped twenty years later, and also having the roof redone twice so far, has it beat for stress. Good luck.
Yeah, those are stressful updates to a house. We had about updated about half of the plumbing in our first house here in North Carolina.
Rewired, drywalled, roof done twice, pretty much 100% replumbed but for stress, try a broken sewer pipe…took almost a year to get it fixed and the mess was indescribable
Well, I can’t smell, but from the faces of people who are faced with sewage, I can tell it’s an awful smell. We have a septic tank here and it needs to be replaced very soon. It’s working for now, but has some major cracks in it. So that will be about $8,000 down the drain, so to speak.
I am glad that you and your family are moved in safely into your new home. Take all the rest you need to recover. Making sure your new living space is up to date is more important to get through.
Thanks, Marcus! There’s lots we want to do to the house, but we’re in no rush. Trying to focus on the essentials at the moment. I’m also working with my doctor on how to get my drawing mojo kicked back into gear. Going to tweak my ADHD medications and see if I can get back into a groove again.