Was it the Fudo that Helped Get us Here…

Three weeks ago we rented this new house, getting us out of a slum lord situation and the shit hole we were renting from him.

My wife has heard me talk about Fudo’s in the past, but being a non-believer in damn near everything, I think she just humored me.

A couple of months ago I hung a Fudo outside the door of the shit hole. We had been struggling to find a place to move and nothing was coming our way. Within 3 weeks of hanging that Fudo, we found the place we just moved into.

It feels good here, like a home.

In the picture, if you look, you’ll find the Fudo. The wife insisted that it hang prominently centered on the front porch. I’ve mentioned moving it elsewhere, but she insists that it stays where it is. As she says… it found us this place, it stays put.

Robin, if you’re reading this, I read everything you put up, I just don’t participate much anymore. But if it weren’t for you and your site, Rusty Ring, it makes me wonder if I would have wound up here, now, with a happy wife. All because of a Fudo… or so she says.

2 thoughts on “Was it the Fudo that Helped Get us Here…

  1. RK Henderson

    Hey, whatever gets the job done, brother! Glad you’re in a better place now, literally and figuratively. I thought of you when I posted Going Outside last week. It’s the kind of meditation we’ve shared often, as fellow survivors of the 70s.

    Happy holidays and best of luck in the new and better home, Ken. Happy wife, happy life.

    1. Ken G Post author

      Thanks Robin and I’m really surprised at how adamant she is about leaving that Fudo in a place of prominence. Something got to her.

      Happy me and everyone around me gets to share in it. I needed the attitude change and the better place to change it.

      I read through Going Outside once and will be going back over the weekend to go through slower to let it sink in. I’m back one more decade, the 60’s and what hit home was being unsupervised. We just went out… BE HOME FOR DINNER!!! And that was about it. We had 2 adults and 4 kids in 4 room apartments till I was 11. My friends had the same. Our parents didn’t want us around.

      Happy holidays to you too Robin. I plan on eating too much and sleeping a lot. I deserve both.


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