Many Doors in This Cloud

I scheduled to take today off a couple of weeks ago. I was certain that it would involve Borders.



It certainly does involve reading and coffee. But it also involves:

~gas conservation by not driving across town to Borders where I will BMOB anyway and read

~financial conservation by not using the gas nor buying a cup of coffee with the change I will need to buy it on Thursday morning

~hammering down the laundry pile that was born sometime in the summer (complete with odd and not so reminiscent nor friendly odors)

~A fabulous kick ass walk outside!!! OMG Loveys....it is a very warm day here in CT. It's got to be in the 60s. I look completely stupid in my mismatching gloves and peacoat.

~all Humanling's gifts wrapped and stashed. In the kitchen. Top shelf of the pantry. Covered in a blue sheet. All uninteresting things to my Ling - kitchen, pantry (higher levels) and linens. If I keep them in my closet, I may as well just point them out to her since she believes what is mine is hers. Which really is mostly true anyway.

~The rehabbing of the dishes in the final phases. I didn't just ignore the blog for weeks....I ignored clutter.

~Being alone all day long with those Trader Joe's sexy truffles. They can go and go but I have to stop and rest after one.

~A wonderful morning meditation

~A Long Walk, Part 2

~Accepting the gift of societal sharing by sniffing the smoke tinged air in my apartment that seeps in from the apartment next door. It's not on my wish list, but it's reality.

Speaking of the scary crew next door, they've been evicted. One of them already left. Apparently he and his buddy divorced and the other guy won custody of the cigarette smoke, knocks on the door at all hours and parade of Shady kicks going up and down the stairs. The remaining guy, who has eyes the color of those Trader Joe's truffles, and a frontal demeanor that is most charming, will be bouncing his happy butt out the door in January from what I hear. I hope both guys will figure out what went awry for them and move forward into healthy situations.

I hope the next neighbor is a little more at ease with clean air.

I walked the railroad tracks to the house that is currently still up for sale that housed my past marriage. I know the other cares nothing about it. And I'm glad to be out of there too. I took a long look at it, searching the windows for evidence of my or our previous existence. It was everywhere. Even the Christmas lights and snowflake decor that I used last year in an attempt to make a Too Big for me house, more festive in the face of constant showings and interruptions. They are now all crammed into a garbage bin outside. I can't remember putting them there.

The house has a heart, I know it does. (Yes, you can tune out if my looney vibes are starting to freak you out, I won't be offended. No one gets offended in my world....wah ha ha!)

So I basically blessed it with love. Then turned to walk away, just looking back for a moment at the pitiful For Sale sign that had fallen off the post and onto the ground.

The rest of my walk was simply reading (yeah I do that) and saying hi to most everyone I passed. I did feel one tree's energy in particular as I passed.

Right now my Humanling is in an afterschool art class so I have extra time alone. I'm using it to make her dinner. My cat alerted me that the baby squirrel was on the deck. I checked and there wasn't much for it to nibble on so I grabbed from the Squirrel stash that I keep near the deck door. I grabbed a plastic bunch with disgusting black and green intentions underneath. Of course, I am cooking right now. I threw it in the garbage but still. It existed at the same time of the food on the stove. It existed right in front of my face. And now exists in the room still, but at a lower level in the garbage. My mind searches a million times....could it have gone airborne? Would it have gone into the food? It's in the wrap. I didn't have it open and run around the kitchen with it shaking the bag. I have to remember this. But hey, that's currently one of my Special Features. Until it isn't.