Judy. Said goodbye to my
sweet Lucy—my little red Acura RSX. We’ve been together for 11 years, and, if
ever I’ve loved a thing, I loved Miss Lucy. But it’s time to move on,
she’s in good hands (a lovely 30-year-old), and I’m not as pained as I thought
I might be. It was remarkably easy to walk away
Also had my hair
cut from the old standby to a short ‘do that’s easy to maintain on our travels,
but pleasing to my agents, who are still trying to get me work.
And I sold my
favorite painting. I sold several folk art pieces when we left the house, but
this one really attracted me when I first saw it in a gallery. I remember going back several times to see
it, drawn by the women at the end of a dark hallway—I wanted to walk down the
hallway and meet them. So in the end, I
brought them to my home, where they’ve been for years. A friend has always
loved it, and accepted the price I put on my ladies, so they’re gone, too.
Bit by bit, we
whittle further. Last week we walked around the apartment and decided what
furniture will go in storage and what will go away, to the kids or a thrift
store. Six bags of an assortment of things headed to the FODAC Thrift Store sit on my bedroom
floor.
All this while I acting in my last play for awhile: a one-woman show.
It’s getting real,
y’all. And I’m so ready!