So Much More

Fatigue and a busy heavy physical labor work day tomorrow (helping Curly) demands I get to bed and sleep. Yet there is so much more to process and release so I can sleep well and I shall continue sort of now... and perhaps another night. And for the love of words and editing and the ever expanding blogsophere (ah, the madness of this blogging life as more new blogs are introduced to in the infinite written gardens. More of that in coming days too.

Meanwhile, the new life begins...

99.99%
The move is all but done. I have one box (actually a kitchen garbage can) full of stuff that would not fit into my car today. All the cleaning items and a few more drying over the sink and that's it. Tomorrow I pick those up and drop off the keys and that place is in the rear view mirror... as is living with Jackson. While she is one of the best roommates I ever had (sadly, few kept in touch for various reasons we will leave for another discussion) and she will always be family (and hopefully keep in touch, if not stay close), I (putting my convenience and needs aside so nobly like a true altruist, which is only a few puffs away from an alchemist, but that's another flashback for anothert brainhack at another time) hope she will not be back this time because that will mean the relationship with Brandi is working. We both want that more than anything (though a relationship that works for me just might nudge it out of first on my scale of most wanted things in this life, but back to reality now with the usual touch of self-mockery). Yup, the new life... starts... here.

I must unpack the music.

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the footrest is up
I sit for the first time in the recliner with the laptop on my lap in the new place. This space is very different than the old space. It is an unfinished apartment with openings in the walls and ceiling. Concrete floor that I partially covered with a half dozen carpet remnants on for foot comfort. Electricity is on for a couple of outlets. Hopefully I will have hot water next week. I still need to disinfect and scrub and disinfect the shower a few times before I will use it even with hot water, but especially with cold water. Lifestyle adjustments must be made when income disappears and retirement planning was cast aside over the years for the pleasure of giving and sharing and taking care of others. I have learned from the past and have some savings this time, but not for the long term and I don't plan on leaving this life anytime soon so I will find income again before savings runs too low... and once again the bittersweet lyrics roll through my head. Never thought I'd be alone... this far down the line.

I must unpack the music.

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Paragraphs
Rather than ask is there no end to my madness or even is there no end to the expansion of the written gardens, I will simply state there may be no end (and apparently none in site) so let's annouce the addition of two (or four) new blogs. Paragraphs (of a sort) was inspired by the first two paragraphs written kicked back in the recliner in the new space on Sandy Lane (does the name connect?... time may tell).......

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Blurry Eyes
When fatigue reaches a point that eyes blur, it is probably time to close the eyes and sleep and yet, the hunger to share, the hunger to live, the hunger to write, the hunger to care... screams out loudest in the darkest hours of the night when the words demand that I write and write and write and I don't want to fight myself or the muses that fill every shelf with the dream I used to believe in so much before I rendered myself out of touch and if this makes any sense to you... you know what to do.

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