Last Day at The Haven

What I haven't seen since last September 26

 Because of the puppy, I haven't been going into The Haven in the early morning and the afternoon just isn't the same thing.  It's really been a waste of money since September and even though I cut back to $165 month, I still wasn't getting my money's worth. So I had Hosanna close out my account this afternoon and I'm typing and having my last free beer.

Carrie and Scott  (owner-founders) have fled Bend for Seattle so I no longer feel a personal connection to the place.  I need to find another spot to write and look at the river.  I've also been having more luck writing in the house these days.

My mind is already getting ready to leave Bend, no matter how much I love my house. 

My life hasn't turned out how I thought it would. I never expected to live past 30 and now here I am age 71 and by myself without any intention of being in an intimate relationship again when until December 26, 2021, being in a love relationship was the most important thing in the world to me. 

I'm not capable of a healthy, loving relationship with anybody else but the dead one. It took us 17 years to work out our best life together. I don't have that much time left. 

I've been working on the memoir as well as transcribing my handwritten "sex memoir" I wrote back in 1995 (I had wondered if I'd counted my "conquests" correctly and, yes, I had).  I'm also having fun with a group called The Narrative Method which is an online project by an art therapist. So I'm trying to be a writer again, and not just a dog walker. Doing my best to make and keep working commitments to myself.

Now I need to go home and put all the things that are scattered over countertops into their proper places so that I have a spot to put this laptop as I crank out the memories, sacred and profane.