NEEDLING

STILL WAITING…

More I throw out, more I give away, more I get rid of in one way or another, more it seems the task is becoming unending. I’ve sent myself four little cases of books back to Texas. I might do a fifth one. Possible even a sixth one, though I’ll try to hold on that one. I’ve got one large bag, one large suitcase on wheels, one small carry-on suitcase on wheels, and a small carry-on bag. My journals and my computer are coming on the plane with me. Some of the unfinished manuscripts and notes have left with the post – cross my fingers, spit on my grave, curse the evil spirits six times, and cross myself seven times standing on my head – some books, the leftover notes and manuscripts, and the clothes I didn’t get rid of are in the large suitcase and bag. In sixteen days at an ungodly hour in the morning, I’ll be on a plane to Houston via London where I have a two hour stopover or something. I hope they’ll have some bar with some good English beer. I doubt I’ll have the time to swing by the Tate museum or Trafalgar square, but if I could down several pints of creamy ales, I’ll be one happy man. Maybe I can even buy some Yorkshire tea. The only tea I’ll gladly drink in the morning instead of coffee.