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Life is a weird ride. I think that most people who over analyze their existence would agree with that. My weird ride is taking a left bank and circling the field ready for the return trip back across my world. We have the tickets. We are going home. We have until April 8^th to get this house empty and board the plane.

I’m tired.

The last Chemo trip was definitely my hardest. It kicked my new tail. I didn’t do much in the hospital except sleep really. And say goodbye to some people that I am proud to have gotten to know. Once again I am taking memories of wonderful caretakers along for the next leg of my journey. H. Lee Moffitt should know that the people who wear his name in the pursuit of cancer cures have done him proud. The people up in Washington State will have big shoes to fill. Good luck to them.

I got home last Friday and ever since I have been squeezing as much energy as I can muster out of myself to get ready for this clear-out-the-house sale that will officially start this Friday. We have been posting pictures online all week and have sold a few things ahead. We have to sell everything and with a double task — We need to have everything gone, yet we need to make as much money as possible on the sale of it. With the proceeds we will have to make a new start in Seattle. It’s going to be a great new life.

Something really special happened this morning. One of the items that I had listed online for sale was my craft caddy. It’s a nine piece rolling art closet. I bought it for the motorhome so that I could keep art supplies with me. I carried it along to radiation and to the hospital. I wrote in the ad that it was the one that you always wanted but couldn’t afford. I said that I wouldn’t be selling it except that I couldn’t afford to ship it home. And here comes the special happening. . . I was feeling kinda low about things. The phone rang. Dan said, “Oh that art cart, here talk to my wife…”

“Yes, I am calling about the scrap booking cart, but I don’t want to buy it. I want to pay to ship it home for you. I buy and sell on eBay all day long, I really want you to be able to keep it.” This virtual stranger had no idea what she did for me in that moment. This gesture was … is so overwhelming that I couldn’t help but cry. She and God wanted me to keep something so. . .in the whole scheme of things. . .unimportant. Yet so important at the same time. She is going to bring a box over to my house and pack up the case. She is going to ship it to Oregon so that it is there when I arrive. I only know her first name. . .Amy.

Everything is going to be ok. This time in my life is amazingly hard. People still say to me, “I couldn’t do what you do.” I am not doing anything that anyone else wouldn’t, couldn’t do. You just have to keep moving one foot ahead of the next.

God sent me a message via Amy.

He cares.

On Sunday, we have been asked to give our testimony at church. I am going to tell them that God Cares about the little things too.

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Please pray that we sell everything quickly and all goes for a fair price.