Richard to Rick

Being an artist is funny and frustrating. I recently posted a bunch of pictures on Instagram and other social media sites of some of the work I have done. Everyone liked my work and were excited to see the progress on a painting I am currently working on. While I am sure they all meant all the kind comments and praise, it's funny how all that praise disappears when they ask how much a painting is, like they really intended to buy it. They ask the price and I tell them and then either the comments stop all together or I get a reply like “well I will get back to you” or “it's really too big/small for the room I was thinking about”. When I first started painting many of my paintings were given away, simply because in my mind they were not good enough to sell and I was painting as a hobby, not as a passion. However in recent years, I have stopped giving them away for a few reasons, I have moved on to higher-end canvas and paint, I also use much larger canvas and that gets expens...

I am not impressed, not even slightly. I spent an hour last night deleting profiles from singles websites. I personally did not sign up for them, but they were profiles with my name, my picture and some of my interests. They all used Richard as my name instead of Rick, all the pictures were pictures that could have been “borrowed” from my Facebook page and all the profile information was common knowledge information like my favorite band and favorite pastimes. I have my suspicions on who it may have been, but I am not going to pursue it as I am sure they thought they were doing something good, I don’t think it was meant as a joke. Either way, it is way too soon for me to be thinking about something like that, I need to be single for a while...and no G.H. I don’t think it was you. So I am 99% done packing, I have to spend a couple hours downstairs in the basement today then later on I have to spend a couple hours sorting comic books. After that, probably Sunday night or Monday I will b...

First off I apologize for my last couple of posts, I just reread them and they are full of punctuation mistakes and a few spelling/grammar mistakes. My writing is done pretty quick, pretty off the cuff and not a lot of time is spent editing. I will try to do better for all my readers...well reader. So in less than a week, I will no longer be a resident of Moncton, having some really mixed emotions about it. The move doesn't really scare me anymore, honestly, I am kind of excited to get out of Moncton but I wish I was moving with T. Leaving her behind is going to be so hard, I know it is the right thing to do, but it still hurts like hell. ..not looking forward to moving day one bit. The packing is going well...I think. I went out and just purchased boxes from the place I am renting the moving truck from. That was painful, spending $50 on empty boxes, but they are nice sturdy big boxes and I just didn't have the time to be running around the city looking for boxes. Most of ...

Still sick. but I am on the mend, I feel better than I did yesterday, so I will take that as a good sign. I know I haven’t really been posting all that frequently, so I will touch on a couple things, but honestly, I haven't had anything to say because other than being sick all I have been doing is sorting my crap and packing my crap. It's kind of a rush job, with lots of boxes labeled like “Random shit I found on my bedside table”. I don’t really have the time to sort shit and say OK well you are going to belong in the box marked “Living room accessories” I am gone in just over a week so shit just needs to get roughly sorted and packed and I can figure out it all out on the other end. It just needs to be packed well enough for me to throw it in the back of a moving truck. I am leaving a lot of things behind, not that I don’t want them its more that I am trying to thin out my belongings. I want to live a life of purpose, of direction but also a life free of constraints...and wh...

 I would rather look back on my life and say "I cannot believe I did that!" Instead of looking back and saying "I wish I had." Love fully and completely. R-

 No post. sick as a dog.

So the time has arrived for me to start packing. The next couple of weeks are going to suck, I still have a week left at work so that's going to take up the majority of my time this week. In the basement there are multiple boxes and bins of random crap to sort through, not to mention all the tools. Upstairs there are 20 years of collecting books to deal with...fuck I am not looking to moving those books, why couldn't I be an illiterate moron...my back already hurts thinking about it. It's OK it will get done, it has to get done. Getting packed is only part of the equation...I still have to get to my new destination which is about 150km(93 miles) or and a half away. Like I can rent a truck easily enough, but no one(me included) wants me driving a big-ass moving truck...especially in the middle of winter. So I need to get someone to drive the truck..sounds simple right, well everyone I know who can help me, either lives there or lives here. So if someone drives a truck f...