Clown cave fade to white.

 All the stuff is gone. Moved out, sold, given away. All we had left was the cave drawings. Remnants of 9 years and a whole lotta living. Windfalls, struggles, giggles, growth, drama and especially romance. It's always hard to say goodbye. Goodbye!

Olive was really good at fixing drywall. I was impressed.

The first thing and the latest. I was happy to see this when we moved the furniture. I met Olive painting these murals. When the yellow part was going up we hardly even knew each other.

Lots of shows were planned right here.

Cleaning, we ran out of soap. I accidentally left this at the store. Hours later I remembered and went back without the receipt. This is what they handed me. LOL

I really hope the first murals don't eventually bleed through. When I moved in I was a pagan. I bet the next people would find this a bit troubling. To me it's just glyphs about where I was/willbe.

My son's art. I don't know what it is but I always liked the form.

Finally found out what that brush by the toilette was for.

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First night at our new place.

Sun rise at our new place.

After doing a lot of painting at our old apartment we finally spent a night in our new place.

An attic space in a nice house in a nice neighborhood not too far from where we were.

Taking down on of the first things she put up 9 years ago.

I found out what that bush a little cup by the toilet was for.

Olive was a bit nauseated from days of moving and not sleeping. It  also wasn't easy for her to leave the place she has lived in for so many years. I'm pretty happy to be a house person again. Apartments life is not my bag at all. It is hard to get used to how loud everything is.

I'm used to walking on a carpeted cement floor right next to the roar of 39th street.

This house is on a quiet street so all you hear is the croaking wood floor "SCRAAAAW" and banging doors and my loud . I noticed this because I got up to awatch the sun rise and was trying to be as quiet as possible.

Last week we made it a point to savor arriving at our new pad as a visitor.

Now that we spent our first night we can call it home.

The lady who invited us to live here is a real fantastic human.

I can tell we have a lot of the same "Classic P.N.W. bohemian playbooks.

I'm gonna make it a point to be on point being a good roommate and friends to her.

Where we live is also an Air B&B.

Moving day foibles: The Easter Dingo is up late hiding eggs!

Moving house has many perils. Like when a lovely group of people come help you move and accidentally see more than you would want them to see. Like maybe they reach up on a shelf or move a drawer and suddenly a personal item like a vibrator. or rubber ding dong falls into view. 
Awkwarrrrd! Well we never had any of those items for anyone to blunder upon...
So we went out to the naughty shop yesterday and fixed that problem.
We purchased a bag full of gizmotry to hide around the moving boxes and in drawers like Easter eggs. The Easter Dingo is up late hiding eggs!

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I forgot how much I liked doing the garage sale thing.

I forgot how much I liked doing the garage sale thing.
 It was a great way to make up for some of the gigs we lost when we were sick but it was also culturally enriching.
I love garage sale relationships, they are unique.
These interactions start out with haggling.
First we haggle, then after the deal is struck, we put away our guns and connect as people.
I never get bored of that.
Clowns are diplomats. We are supposed to connect with folks in profound ways.
It's funny to watch "garage sale" happen with clowns in the mix.
It was funny that we constantly had to tell Olive that everything can't only be a dollar.
Anytime someone asked "How much?" Olive would say "A Dollaah!" with a smile.
We didn't just want to sell things, we wanted people to enjoy buying things from us. We wanted folks to have the story about getting a great deal at the clownz garage sale.
still...
We had to keep reminding Olive that if everything was a dollar we would have to throw 50 more garage sales and there just isn't time.

YES! The fund raising garage sale was a success.

"This is the best garage sale ever. Most colorful, fun and lottsa great items" 
We kept hearing that and things like it. 

We did pretty good. Olive and Annie were charming and it didn't hurt that we were one of the only games in town. Garage sales usually don't happen this time of year. We were surprised so many people enthusiastically turn out. 

There were two people waiting for us at dark thirty in the morning, lots of traffic all day and after we got home people were at our door asking where the next one is because they missed this one. People donated amazing things that made a lot of people happy. We didn't over charge for anything and that also made them happy. 

Olive's Mom brought a tea carafe and everyone who came to the sale got free tea. That was a lot of fun with the community on a blistery chilly day. It was cold but we never got wet. Thank you Friends for donating items, we thought about you as your artifacts started new adventures. 

Tomorrow is moving day and we have some cash to feed people and such. We are also a bit closer to paying the first and last rent because of this epic sale. 
Annie was very generous for lending us her house and extra generous for volunteering so much time and not asking for any money. It was such a good experience we decided to gather some more goods and do it again next Sat. Thanks again everyone. ~Dingo

Our new crib awaits

New digs. Here is where we are gonna live starting next month.

After 9 years we are finally leaving the small apartment by the bottle return. It's gonna be less room but more secure and we get to be neighbors again.

It's interesting archaeology taking our place apart after so long.
I wanted to move out the traditional Clown House way (dumpster everything, then dumpster dive all new stuff from the new hood) but I guess Olive likes her things.
So many stories all over every inch of this place (I'm replacing the shower head so I can keep the current one with me as a trophy).
The rest of my stuff I have been donating by the box load. I just put stuff out by the street and boom, it's gone. It was funny to walk down the street yesterday and see two homeless looking people pontificating word salad while wearing glittery boas, my old crown and in front of them was a small garage sale of clown detritus.

Olive is a lot more sentimental than I. This is the only place she has known as an adult so I'm being as sensitive as possible. She wants to take most stuff with her.
LOL

We are moving in with good Portland people in SE.into a house that blends into the background. Perfect for hiding in plain sight. I have been living in public for over 19 years now. I'm so eager to go underground again. We have this top floor for us and the boy. The bottom 2 bedrooms are posh looking air BNBs. That means you can live with us if you have the feds to rent by the night. I'm looking forward to being a good roommate to the owner and the roster of strangers living downstairs. I imagine it would be pretty cool to be a tourist who rents a room downstairs from Olive and Dingo. We can give them the skinny on where to go, what to avoid and maybe even let a few ride our tallbikes.
We are paying the same rent as before but none of the bills. That should help us save up some dough to make an album. We are having a garage sale on the 20th to help cover the cost of moving.
We asked for G-sale stuff donations and got some neat items for the sale. The problem with that is the donated stuff is really cool. We have to be disciplined.
It's gonna be a fun sale. If folks don't have enough cash, clown with parlay for stunts and penalties.
"OK, ya want the clock? Lets see how long you can drink from the hose without stopping, Dingo just ate a plate of huevos rancheros...If he can't beat your hose drinking time then the clock is all yours Friend."
After the sale, everything gets re-donated into the community. We are very grateful.
Living somewhere else is a big step for us but a swell chance to grow and be proud of each other.
I wonder what it will be like listening to the police radio and not having what they are talking about be happening 30 feet away. I'm sure evesdropping on Portland will never lose it's luster. lol

lol

Road log. Dingo Dizmal and Olive Rootbeer take a quick tallbike trip

surprise at work. Surprising a pregnant lady with a pregnant balloon alien.

I'm very grateful sacred folk

Aw we were gifted some herbs.

Herbage was bestowed upon us by those loving dreadlocktafarians who like calling us "sacred clowns". I never knew what to call them, they don't do names I guess.
I walked by this several times this morning without noticing it or the cryptic chalk symbol.
Olive doesn't partake it, it's all me mwoohoohooh! nice house warming gift from respected esoteric friends that I never hang out with.
I'm glad they still keep tabs on us.
I first met them in 2005. As one person was destroying my little pot plant another told me of their clan.
They consider gifting the sacred clowns some sacred herbs to be a form of tithing. I speak fluent astrobabble so I was dialed into what they were talking about.
Then one of them approached me (this was in the yard of the Clown House) she gave me a large paper grocery bag. It was full...FULL of giant buds that highly resembled her long dreds. "Here ya go Sacred clown." (Me: My name is Dingo.") They silently split after again asking me not to try and grow outside. I eventually understood that they were protecting the genes of many high end gardens.
So there I was with enough weed to go to prison. I lived in public. My house was on the map of many government agencies due to things like noise, pirate radio, activism, rowdiness and of course 40 foot fireballs. I had to get rid of all that weed or risk everything.
So I set out down Alberta street handing out buds to friends and strangers...like ya do.
We had just did the same thing handing out ice cream when the Alberta co-op's freezer went on the fritz. Good times.
I sure was popular at the Star E Rose that day. As I walked by a florist shop I dumpsterdove a bouquet of flowers.
It was less conspicuous to be the pot fairy if I just handed people a wilted flower with a bud right next to it.
As expected, people really loved that approach.
Then one of my tough guy friends walked by. "Ya wanna flower Ned?" "Wut, I don wan no flower." Look close dude", "Oh Yeah Dingo I would love a flower. "
Luckily we have grown as a nation and for the most part this plant that I use as herbal Ritalin isn't treated as a blight on the community.
Not having to buy green for a while is going to make our moving into new digs a lot easier on the wallet. I'm very grateful sacred folk, Thank you.