I will not yet say goodbye.
Sentimental old fool, yes. Also — technophobic. Have to sit down and figure out how to migrate Broadside somewhere else; one T/Ser says “easy” another said, not. Don’t have time today, maybe late tonight. Definitely tomorrow because the T/S curtain goes down and who knows what happens after that?
Sort of like moving baby sea turtles.
All these damn goodbyes are killing me.
Off to the city for distraction.
6 thoughts on “Nope, Not Yet, Dammit”
Fear not, Caitlin. I’ll help you with the export…
What an insight reading your blog, Caitlin, into your very independent take on the subjects you tackle. I’ve enjoyed following such a strong, no bullshit writer.
Good luck on the next one…
Stephan, thanks. Only can a blog somehow elevate and redeem the ranter. 🙂 Hope you’ll visit the next iteration.
It’s just an au revoir or an auf wiedersehen or some such. But don’t leave without telling us how to find you. Heaven knows how many Caitlin Kellys there might be to sift through in Google.
wayyyyyy too many.
I feel like I just stepped into a bar searching for a familiar face. I’m bookmarking
this – you know the little bar in the West Village that doesn’t have a sign? I think
it’s on Barrow St. You take the wrong door and someone is sorting laundry – the correct
door and you get wine and a meal – I guess they are both the right path if you’re on it.