the boat sank

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just last week the fisherman and i got word that the boat we lived on this summer sank. he spent almost a year of his life on that boat, and without it we wouldn't have met. she was a good boat, a solid boat, and to be perfectly honest i don't think she just sank. the captain was in some financial shit he didn't want to work through, he stiffed everyone who worked on the boat this summer, and talked about sinking that boat more than once. i think he sent her to her watery grave, and that makes me sad. someone else could have turned that boat around, but he took the easy cowardly way out and probably stands to get a whole lot of insurance money. none of which any of us he owes will see.

in better news, we got the apartment! we move in on friday, so no more cheap hotels and random sleep-overs for us. i will now be a resident of anacortes, which makes me super happy. i've always wanted to live there, and our place is in a good spot; right off the main drag without being too far off the beaten path. i got to see it the other day and it was as cute as the fisherman said it was (he did all the leg work on this one). for a one bedroom it's huge, too. i can't wait to move in. the place i set up for us to stay at while he was here was pretty much a huge mistake on my part. i hadn't spent any time at this house and just knew i liked the kids who lived there a lot, i didn't really see how it could go wrong. until we go there, of course, and realized it was a filthy hole, no better than a squat. swarms of flies, trash that had been sitting for weeks, dishes covered in mold. it looked like some place i would have lived in during my youth, but at some point i got a hell of a lot more responsible and cannot live with that smell anymore. to say the place is totally gross would be an understatement. having our own place is going to kick ass!

the past few weeks have been crazy. i'm ready to be in my own place, making my own little nest again, but i miss my family and especially the baby. the last time i saw her she jumped up at me and was all kissy and huggy, and when i asked her if she missed me she said, "yeah!" my little brother (my folk's dog) is also really sick; he was recently diagnosed with end stage kidney failure and has a year left, if all goes well. he's skinny skinny on top, with a hugely swollen belly, the result of fluid in his abdomen. it's an odd sight. he can't eat any protein anymore, so no good doggy treats and he's eating some weird science-food out of a can. he seems just as perky as ever, though, and not in much pain. i love the little asshole, and have been trying to come home to hang out with him more. he might be a dick sometimes and pee on my stuff to make a point, but he's also super cuddly and sweet and as much as i hate to admit it, he really is my little brother.

ups and downs, ups and downs. i think all decembers are like this, don't you?