Oh, moving is such a chore. I haven’t done one creative thing in 2 weeks. I haven’t worked on my book. I have barely played my cello. I haven’t looked at my French lessons. I haven’t taken one photograph (except a couple with the iPhone). I certainly haven’t written any useless nonsense on this blog. I have spent all my free time packing and moving, then moving, and now unpacking. Really I would like to find a home to stay in for a really long time. This one would work for me if the owner would sell it, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. I think next year I need to begin looking in earnest. I don’t want to move again, but I need to find my own place. However, I do like this house a lot. It is much larger than the space we were in and it’s weird to be able to move freely and have places for things. I loved the style and neighborhood of our little duplex, but the keyword there was little. It was just too small, and it was never going to be a permanent home, as it was a duplex and a rental and I did not want to buy it. Plus three weeks before we left, the owner cut down the lovely tree in the front yard that was the only thing keeping the place from being a total fishbowl. I had been feeling kind of sad about leaving the place, but the tree removal took care of that.
In any case, we are here now and the internet works, which is a plus. I have been looking online on craigslist for some rugs. I need one for Isabel’s room, the dining room, and perhaps up in what will be our family room. The house is hardwood floors,so rugs make the house a home.
Craigslist is weird. There are a whole bunch of ads for dead animal rugs. First of all, how weird and gross is that, to walk around on some dead animal’s head and body? I don’t get it. There were a couple of tigers, a bear, and a cow skin. Oh, last night i saw at Ikea that they were selling cow skins. I just don’t find that look attractive at all.
The other thing I don’t get are ads that are selling some nasty old couch or something, with the caveat that it has holes and is covered in cat hair and probably stinks, but it’s a great, old friend, so you should want it too. Oh, and it needs to be gone by this afternoon at 6. And it’s $200. Yeah, right. Good luck getting someone to haul your ugly-ass piece of junk to the dump.
Work has been overwhelming. I don’t know who I’m telling this to, but it has been crazy busy. When I’m at the office I spend every spare minute cramming in work. A lot of the work is above and beyond the usual, so it’s even more workish. I feel like a slacker for going to the bathroom or eating lunch, but since I’m one of those never-could-be-anorexic, desperate-for-food-every-five-minutes, kind of gals, I have no choice but to stop and eat. Oh, and did I mention I’ve suddenly gone even blinder? Last week after completely struggling to work because I could not see (this with + 5.25 prescription contacts in my eyes already) I got in the car and drove to Walgreen’s and bought some damn reading glasses for the office. I already have several sets at home for playing the cello because I was having such a difficult time reading my music without them, but none were at the office and Walgreen’s was closer and I have no time to leave work and go home for glasses and….okay, enough long sentence. You get the idea. You being like the big, unknown they. I don’t know who YOU is, or who I’m saying this to, I’m just saying it, or typing it, or something. Oh, maybe Kathleen. She said she reads these posts sometimes. Hi, Kathleen, if you’re reading this.
Anyway, I have to eat. My stomach is growling. I’m hungry. It’s getting late and I need food.
Oh, dang. That’s funny.
Oh, dang. That’s funny.