Soon I'll be leaving my nice little home in L.A. Gee, I'll miss it.
I'll say goodbye to my neighbors....
...and my friends...
....and my mistress. She's a good egg. She'll land on her feet. When we get where we're going, I'll send her some bon bons and movie magazines.
That's (above) my wife. "Let's go, Honey!"
We'll have a lot of driving to do. This is a big country!
Maybe we'll get a little tourism in along the way.
Wow! We'll cross the Western frontier! If only the mountains and dried grass could tell stories.
The tales they would tell!
Eventually there'll come a point when we find our new town...
...then another where we find our new street...
...then still another, where we find our new house.
"Just put the baggage anywhere, Honey!"
My wife will no doubt make a project of fixing up the house. I'll put in a lot of work in, too. I'm scared to death that if she does all the decoration we'll end up with a girly house.
Sheeesh! Can you imagine living in something like that (above)?
My wife still wants pets. She read a kids book we had around the house and now she entertains the possibility that cats can be cool and urbane.
Cool and urbane??? A CAT? Even the fluffy ones are crazy and homicidal. Even one cat (above) can be a pill to take care of...
...and nowadays nobody ever gets just one.
TO BE CONTINUED.......
