99 luftballoons – Nena

Bonne Nuit . . . I feel softly sad in my deepest of hearts tonight. It is bittersweet. . . But my concentration is blurry. . . or fuzzy around the edges. . . i suppose I have just never felt quite so EXCITED for seeing someone.… Read the rest

for fun

The night is young, and I am pondering therapeutic things that I can do with the time.

Life is such a gift.

My house feels so good. It is such a pleasure to do the minimal work that it takes to keep it looking good.… Read the rest

windows next

Feeling like being creative,
And not sure what form that should take.

Arranging my home is a kind of creativity,
It feels like a completely different space with floorboards.

There is still quite a bit of stuff packed away in my bathroom,
Because Claude feels sure that my darker walnut bookshelf doesn’t belong.… Read the rest

home or away

I am packing up my house again.

Because I am getting floorboards installed next week.

It should make a big difference, and it is strange that I am getting lots of house sitting messages over the past day or so.
As soon as I locked in a date for the flooring, the messages have been coming out of the woodwork.… Read the rest

the push and the pull

My subconscious’s idea for escape this morning was the best yet.

Three options so far.

If only I wasn’t feeling like such crap.

This too shall pass (perhaps).

You strung it out for all these years. Now all that is left is hot air and a desire to jump ship.… Read the rest