Beware the House of Wincing.

Time enough for a final cuppa coffee on the back patio with the dogs before I pack the car.

So began the thought in an email to a friend; now to complete it.

I’m moving today.

Hardly newsworthy for this old-timer nomad. Newsworthy is, well, I’m not gonna talk about it publicly.

As I was penning my friend, home had become two ships passing in the night. (Three actually but mother and daughter are on the same vessel so it amounts to two.) Veritably never a word spoken.

Yes, it is possible to share a cabin and say nothing, and/or have nothing to say, to each other. I invite you to try it for a week or two, as an experiment, then contemplate your level of comfort, ease, safety and support.

Cold silence is not the worst of afflictions; in some circumstances, it’s the prettiest part of a picture.

Ill will and hatefulness are worser afflictions.

It begins as a single villianious microbe who has worked and wiggled its way in, perhaps cleverly, perhaps innocently.

Over time, one splits and becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes six or eight, until a colony is formed. Then a troop. A troop becomes an army, an army an empire.

Hatefulness is that way. Like a cancer. It spreads and spreads, feeding off the casualities of itself and the light, taking down whatever it can, destroying all that it encounters in its march and expansion into clean lighted territory.

And thus it is that I am moving.

Today. The culmination of another tremendously arduous search (the prior just a few months ago), made so by the peculiar Denver lack of responsiveness — I’ll be sounding like a broken record if these moves keep up!

Enough shared.

In honesty, I’m not looking forward to my new destination. It’s a ghetto and in a part of Denver I’d otherwise never choose for myself and the room is lacking on several levels, including literally. There’s nothing in there but … well, why spoil the fun by spilling those beans early.

The purpose of this next destination is not to live and thrive but to provide safety and escape from deadly forces.

Their names are ill will and hatefulness.

This completes my final post from the back porch of the House of Wincing. Not Windsor. My wincing. My pain. My suffocation. My expulsion.

Beware the House of Wincing.

I shall miss you (canine) Rocco and Tazzy and (felines) (S)Nappy and Chulo. You have been my only happiness, comfort and friends. Thank you, animals.

Last swallows of black coffee. Now to the Subaru to pack.

S’long from the House of Wincing.


15 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lexiemom
    Oct 15, 2011 @ 12:54:16

    Farewell and Godspeed, my friend, and my your unfortunate domicile be a very temporary one until you can find a warm and welcoming place to call that most wonderful word, “home”.


  2. trailblazer1
    Oct 15, 2011 @ 13:20:56

    Perhaps you can adopt a comfort creature of you own. Living with family is tough enough, but people tend to get to the point of no return once the floodgates open. Hope your Suburu will hold a loving pet.


  3. Drude
    Oct 15, 2011 @ 14:02:28

    Good luck with the next home. I hope everything works out for the best!


  4. fotografzahl
    Oct 15, 2011 @ 18:18:09

    I have just come back from my holiday and what do I see? You finally managed your “prison break”! 😉
    Hope you’ll have more luck with your new home – I guess your lungs will be grateful for the move. 😉


    • allycatadventures
      Oct 16, 2011 @ 12:22:16

      @fotgrafzahl – Yep, the lungs and all the rest are grateful. Whether by my own volition or force of others’ will (as in this case), I needed to be outta there before the cold season, when that house was to become a gas chamber of sorts.


  5. countrybydesign
    Oct 15, 2011 @ 19:21:19

    Wishing you a happy, safe roof over your head at night!


  6. fatcatfromvox
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 01:08:24

    Open roads and safe travels, I hope you’ll find a home (not just a house) someday soon!


  7. Flamingo Dancer
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 05:20:09

    Stay safe and best wishes.


  8. katie
    Oct 16, 2011 @ 12:56:47

    Glad to see a post from you again-was getting a little worried..but figured it had something to do with moving house. Having been in situations like that(but not with roomates,thank the lord!),I find it’s just better to remove myself,more for my sanity than anything else.


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