Last Night in My Own Place
 

i am alone.

my room is empty. i am living out of a suitcase. i am at a square table with a bunch of technojunk cramped within fingers' reach.

i stretch my back. i will rest soon. tho i will probably remain awake through tomorrow. this is my usual m.o. for moving or travelling.

i am taking in the last few glimpses. of the way the light falls like a suspended stairwell along the contour of the cupboards in the kitchen, those distant, closed, and finally the fridge door acting like a screen against the back of the bar.

there is a bottle of Ajax on the bar... it is green against the pale yellow cabinetry, and recalls the green of the walls and lightshade.

i think of my guitar. i could not play it at this hour anyway.

i have been pondering my ideals, my sense of worth. all this shifting of objects rustled up moral and even metaphysical stuff for me. my worth and its relation to "stuff". and lack of relation at times.

landlords chairs monies anxiety
 

i am anxious about the meeting with the landlord tomorrow. you see, i told him the chairs needed re-upholstering, so i would like for him to see them to decide what he thought of them. (could withhold from my deposit.)

my dad is coming which will help. he is calm and i will feel more comfortable. my mother is not coming, which will also help. she is highstrung and i would feel less comfortable.

i took a full dose of En. i do try to pace myself with those. but i've been taking very little and i forgot my meds today so i figure best take it.

cleaning, lavender, rest
 

i can't do any more cleaning now. i have made enough noise: i have caused enough accidental but rumurous incidents that i really don't want to make the neighbours hate me any more on my last night out.

it is 6.15 am now, so i need not be confused any more between last night and tomorrow... at 5.30 i was like ummmmm :confused:.

i should rest. strangely tho, with all this exercise my back is getting better and so is my foot. that's not to say it isn't time to rest them! i bathed my feet in sea salted water. ahhhh. i missed my lavender essence - someone must have packed it... oops. it is an essential oil! pun intended. it is analgesic and restorative. but even just salt was good. while not sleeping i am resting in a way, sitting here telling you about it. how's that for 'presence.' :p

the fridge looks mostly clean but an apple emmmm, melted in the veggie drawer once (there really is no other word suitable, it melted). so that is soaking with vinegar, i still need to do the glass top too... and rinse door.

I want to polish all the wood surfaces and i forget what i polished. hopefully i'll be able to tell. i was so happy when i folded the table in half - and discovered that i'd polished it before unfolding it! :D i hid a nice surprise for me back then. Kind of like in Bill and Ted's .... hmmm should i delete that?

i would like to have waxed the floors but. i just had to nix that one. not enough time nor the physical condition. Anyway it is 6, the bars open at 7 and at 8 i am allowed to make noise again :D i.e. clean :(

but, right now, arnica on my foot and flat on my back for a while.

Hi Waves,
This is our last night in the old place too. Is that weird or what?
But we are no where near as ready to go as we should be.

That's cool in a way that you stayed up all night -- or at least it seems like you did. But I hope you get some sleep soon.
You are a caring neighbor -- to not shower in the middle of the night because it might wake up someone.


Have a good trip to your new/old home.
Or as they say in Honduras, que Dios te acompañe.
Mari

I hope that you both have safe moves.
Your ramblings waves are poetic...I like reading them.
I hope you are able to find some peaceufl resting place while you create your new home.
Same for you Mari.
(((HUGS)))
bizi

lol
 

thanks Bizi, and i'm glad you enjoy reading my posts :) at least the volume is made up for in some way? :D

Well, I made it. Mari? Check in when you can.

~ waves ~