A fast farewell to Greenhurst.

We chapter our marriage in houses. That’s what comes of being in real estate – and being broke a lot. So far, we are Cochise, El Caminito and Greenhurst, the respective street names of our homes. Commencing tomorrow, Patriot’s Day, we will be on 97th Drive.

That’s ungainly, but I’ll think of a better name. We have lots of other named houses that we share together in our memories – Bloodhaven, Houndswick, The Not-Quite-Wright House. Being married gives us contexts that not even the best of friends can have. That’s why, among all its other blessings, marriage is the best friendship ever.

My marriage to Cathleen has always been good for me. Since we married, I’ve learned Latin, real estate, guitar, some ukulele – and how to glare at my left hand on the piano.

But Greenhurst has been good for me, too. Everything I’ve done since Man Alive was done here: Empathy, DISC-my-way, ThriversEd, #MyKindOfBenedy – all new everything in philosophy, and so far it’s mine-all-mine.

I pumped out ten books from this house. My books are brief and economical, so I challenge you not to read them.

FREE Willie
Sun City
Losing Slowly
Father’s Day
Loving Cathleen
Nine Empathies
Shyly’s Delight
Las Vegas Redemption
Traindancing
Dusty

We’ve both been pushed to the limit to get this move done, and Cathleen has been beyond frazzled. The finish line is in sight now, so that helps. When there’s Driven work to be done, the Driven have it easier: In a month this will all be a memory, so press on regardless.

I have to force myself to take breaks, so this is one – and now it’s over. We loved it on Greenhurst, and we made much excellent love here – every kind, especially more happy memories.

Our new place backs to the New River – bike-heaven for me – and the next chapter in our lives starts there tomorrow.