I experience life in layers. I was made acutely aware of the fact this morning. I’m going in to work this morning for a few hours; the telephone rang with the offer yesterday afternoon while I was vacuuming the rug. I have been away from that environment since last Saturday; a much needed break. Apparently, on some level I don’t want to go back; I dread going back.
I kept myself busy all of last evening, and all of this morning. I haven’t allowed myself to dwell on the issues at work. But alas, as I was editing some html code, my eye roved away from the monitor and up to the top of the swaying pines in the distance; and I burst into tears. It wasn’t that I was allowing myself to wallow in my aversion to the workplace; I was thinking about trees when the tears suddenly appeared.
Sigh. I guess it is best that I experience my feelings. Not much to be done about the situation in the short term. I’m working on change though, working, working, working on change.
Luna just sold her house, which is near our little house in the city. She will be moving away before we manage to move to the area. Can’t be helped, they need to live close to Janus’ job. Glad for them, sad for us. I wonder what the silver lining in this cloud will be!
Terra and Lares are looking into buying a house, near our little house in the city. That would be nice. We have our fingers crossed for them.
Attila and I are busy planning our next visit to the little house in the city. Attila plans to use his time there to line the kitchen cupboards with cedar boards. My job is to re-organize the pots and pans and dishes and such, when the job is complete. We have been trying to find a second hand rake to rake the yard there, but the season for yard sales is long over and I guess we will have to bring the one at the country house with us in the car; it is a very iffy fit. I will be keeping my eyes open for a used rake though, perhaps I’ll try a nearby ReStore, their stock varies week to week.
Mist thinks that her humans are making strides, learning at last to keep the house at a reasonable temperature. Ha! Little does she know that the next time we travel to the little house in the city all her hard work will vanish into thin chilly air. By the time we get back the country house will be chilly, and Mist will definitely be disappointed in our failure to learn our lesson! Still, she is a very forgiving cat.
Pressure: 100.5 kPa
Visibility: 6 km
Humidity: 97 %
Wind: SSE 9 km/h
“A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.”
Bert Leston Taylor
(Lies, like junk food, feel good in the short term!)