Mostly musing, mostly joyful (and a bit confused about shoes)
He didn't bother to show up to move his stuff last night. (So he's completely unreliable. What else is new?) Slowly I'm moving all his stuff into his room so that I can start rearranging the rest of the place to my liking. I found no fewer than ten pairs of shoes and sandals in the hall closet when I cleaned that out the other day, and bear in mind that this doesn't include the several pairs he took with him on Saturday. Who on earth needs that many shoes unless they do drag or something else that requires numerous different types of footwear? Honestly, it's enough to stock a small-town thrift store. Ladies and gentlemen, my ex-roommate, Kristjan 'Imelda' Friesen!
Clearing his stuff out and cleaning makes me feel good. It's like a banishing ritual.
On that note, it feels like I'm getting rid of a lot of dead weight in my life- housecleaning, redistributing my belongings, taking some things to the thrift and giving others to friends or family. And there's the feeling of cutting ties with people and being formally out of relationships. Bliss! I can't remember what I ever saw in those connections, though rationally I know they were important at one time- it's like they belonged to another person's life.
[Oysterband on the subject:
She saw the moon over Milford Haven
Stars in a flaming sky
She stepped out into the sunrise
And she found that she could fly]
I'll go home and wash the dishes, drink banana-raspberry-blueberry smoothie and tidy up the old Harrowsmith magazines scattered all over my room. Start filling up the blue notebook she gave me. Make a list of things to buy next time I'm at the Re-Store and pick up some opium incense to burn for the boy from Halifax. Meet my papa at the bus depot and spend the afternoon with him. Go for an early dinner with my other grandparents and maybe see her afterwards.
I have awesome friends (even if I haven't seen some of them in ages). Just sayin'.
Clearing his stuff out and cleaning makes me feel good. It's like a banishing ritual.
On that note, it feels like I'm getting rid of a lot of dead weight in my life- housecleaning, redistributing my belongings, taking some things to the thrift and giving others to friends or family. And there's the feeling of cutting ties with people and being formally out of relationships. Bliss! I can't remember what I ever saw in those connections, though rationally I know they were important at one time- it's like they belonged to another person's life.
[Oysterband on the subject:
She saw the moon over Milford Haven
Stars in a flaming sky
She stepped out into the sunrise
And she found that she could fly]
I'll go home and wash the dishes, drink banana-raspberry-blueberry smoothie and tidy up the old Harrowsmith magazines scattered all over my room. Start filling up the blue notebook she gave me. Make a list of things to buy next time I'm at the Re-Store and pick up some opium incense to burn for the boy from Halifax. Meet my papa at the bus depot and spend the afternoon with him. Go for an early dinner with my other grandparents and maybe see her afterwards.
I have awesome friends (even if I haven't seen some of them in ages). Just sayin'.