The Thirteen Tales

I'm looking into refinancing the bungalow, since my 5 year ARM matures next year.

My father asked the question(s): Do I think I'll stay in Rochester for less than 10 years, or more than ten years.

In leiu of 2007, admid numerous conversations with individuals, and slight soul-searching on my part, I have contrived an answer.

Although a yes or no answer isn't as simple, nor is a complicated one.

The future, is exactly what it is: the future, and I am not in a position to predict anything regarding myself in that type of context. If the past is any inclination, the future is up for grabs.

I arrived in July of 2000 after completing my bachelors in Nursing from Clarke College. Relocated from Dubuque, IA. I didn't know anyone in the Rochester, Area. I came alone.

Eight years later, I'm still in Rochester, MN, a happy house owner, who knows many people within the community (and outside the community), with a stable well-paying job, and a close support group of family and friends. I've taken root.

And I've thought of relocating. I've thought about many things. I don't know where I would go. There is no gravitational pull one way or another. Sure exotic locations and travel assignments have been tossed around, examined, feasability looked into.

There is a BIG difference between: NEEDING to relocate, WANTING to relocate, and relocating.

Needing, wanting aside, I have no desire to relocate. Period. And why would I?

Sure there is life outside your apartment, the grass could be greener on the other side, and there is something to be said, by sowing where your seeds were planted.

I work three days aweek, night shifts, on a unit that I am comfortable, and know the doctors. I have have shelter that I enjoy, a phat cat that keeps me company, and I get laid on a regular basis (semi-regular). My basic survial needs are met.

There is an international airport 20 purse throws from my front door, and a major international airport an hours drive.

Sure Rochester isn't perfect. Rochester isn't "heaven" in the Christianity sense of the word, nor is anywhere else for that matter.

Uprooting an established younge but rooted tree is difficult. And I am fine where I am.

Rochester, MN is getting just enough snow to piss the inhabitants off. Very wonderful warm days over the weekend, and now, Mother Nature just wants to fuck with us, that much more.

Not that I mind it, during yoga watching the snow come slowly down through the windows was beutiful. Just very tranquil.

Speaking of which, Nicole is warming up to me, and I do enjoy her class. She said I looked beutiful today (during practice), and I'll take the compliment. I fucking ruled. Felt really good about the gym today, and did my normal routine. YAHTZEEE! I "think" the Dawn-a-Nator has a class at her new studio tonight. If I'm good, I may check it out.

Spent most of the day (yesterday)(my day, your night), cleaning, putting laundry away, and working on the upstairs railing. The new drill is phenom. Before long I'll have anything that is stationary with a hole drilled through it.

Going to start growing some SPICES today, and hope to work in scary basement land... as well as the railing...

Oh, and I am finally a proud owner of "Mommie Dearest". 6 punches on the gay card, it would of been 10, but that fact that I finally own my own copy, takes 4 off.

The rains came Saturday.

Over the radio, on Saturday night/Sunday Morning, we were informed that smaller cities were being evacuated.

The last count of rainfall was aprox. 9-10 inches in Rochester. Although the water is slowly receeding, there is supposed to be rain untill late Thrusday, Friday morning.

I have had at least 60+ gallons of water in my basement. This is how much I have wet vac'd out. As far as damage is concerned, it could of been alot worst. The carpret was destroyed, and I'm sure there will be more damage once the water is completely out, and I'm able to figure out what the hell to do.

My Massive Lego collection is intact, and I was able to move most antique crap to higher ground. Currently I'm awaiting a phone call from the electrical dude to come and make sure I have no electrical damage. I'm actually alot better off, than others, and it sounds worst than it is. I always wanted an indoor pool, and was planning on redoing the basement anyway.

Inclosed, behind the cut, are photos, although it may be hard to tell what the hell your looking at!
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