A Million years ago, I moved to a small wasteland.
This is the time, when Cleveland Heights only had three quadrants.

(Artist's rendition of the vast wasteland.)
But I had a vision of what this little wasteland could become.
So I began plotting and scheming. With much effort I created a whole community. I created the fourth quadrant.
But now it is time for me to move on.
I mean this real metaphoric-like.
But maybe also for literal.
12 comments:
Surely not for literal.
How were you able to bear living in such a hell hole?
Is it for literal?
I'm holding my breath...
If you move can I have your stuff?
are you joining my blogger retirees club? You can always count on me to save you a seat for buffet night, darling.
if it is for literal, any suggestions for my home page?
maggie,
My Blog Will Still Be Awesome. It Just May Be Awesome from another locale.
j.
taihae,
I will never stop blogging. At least metaphorically. If your buffet is in Chicago, that would work out really good.
j.
Comrade K,
1)Yes, but you have to pick it up.
2) It is all crap.
j.
anonymous,
How'd you get out of your box.
j.
goldennib,
Stoicism is my middle name. Or indifference.
Whatever,
j.
Susan Miller,
With someone as unstable as myself you never can tell.
Ever.
j.
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