the middle of the beginning of the end

 The "Pork Chop" is only the vehicle.  The real adventure is getting rid of my stuff.  Today I am making a flyer in order to sell my beautiful piano---this sucks!  I mean really?  Couldn't I just get a real job, pay the mortgage and go on with business as usual?  But Nooooo.  Rent my house?  Store my stuff?  Be measured and logical?  Only if I had a lobotomy last night.

So here I am trading this...

For this...                                           this...                                                    ...and this.