The truth is, I don’t really have my groove back but I feel a lot better about a lot of things.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon I finally had enough presence of mind to make my first visit to Edloe. Edloe is the home of 100-word stories and a community that includes, if not esteems its unique resident, R. Crap Mariner. I asked Crap what he prefers to be called and he said I should find a name I’m comfortable with, so for now I call him Mr. Crap.
I have been following Mr. Crap for a couple of years but it was his 100-word stories that really drew me into his realm. In fact, last year I had a chat with Mr. Crap about the trend toward 100-word stories and the like, and it was a bit of a eureka moment for me.
This morning my human had a great chat with my RL friend, Gypsy and she talked her through some of the big concerns she’s been having about the move back to Seattle. They talked about some of the logistics and especially about places to live. She used to live in Redmond and also lived in Queen Anne (that’s before I was born, btw), but she feels she’s been priced out of those neighborhoods unless she works fulltime again. Nonetheless, she has some spots picked out on both the northside and southside of Seattle, so confidence is high.
After the real world non-sense, I headed inworld and within a few minutes I got an invite to go sailing in beautiful new sloop. It was just what I needed!
Before I forget, on Saturday evening I went to Junkyard Blues. Sure enough there was a griefer there, and to my surprise, he singled me out immediately. Geez, I wonder who would that? hmmmm… pfft. I told him I know who he is and now he and his clan knows that I know.
Anyway, I had a good time listening to Strat and later Miss Luci, spinning the blues. For those who don’t know, for over a year I went to the Junkyard every Saturday night. Then I hosted for another year every Saturday night. I’ve been getting back to the JY lately because it has been one of my anchors in Second Life.