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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

MOVING AND STUFF 


I moved from side B to side A of the duplex where I live this weekend. My friends and neighbors moved away back to England the Thursday before. They took their two dogs and two cats with them. Brutus has been depressed for the last couple of days. He’ll get over it. He’ll have to, really, because I’m not getting a second dog. The weekend was one long non-stop chore. I went at it slowly, without ever getting in too much of a hurry ... trying to procrastinate but knowing that the move had to be done by such and such time. I got all the small and tedious stuff done on Friday, then on Saturday, my parents and my sisters came by to help out with the remaining small to medium stuff. My dad brought a red wheelbarrow and took care of moving all my plants from the backyard to the front yard. I’d already moved the big three: A miniature peach tree, a Brown-turkey fig tree, and a young Loquat tree, all of which are potted in large black plastic pots. I bought a dolly on Friday morning to help out with the move after breaking the dolly my dad had loaned me the previous weekend. Brian & Tracie also showed up and were a great help in taking a load of junk to the dump, and another load to Goodwill. We finished that day of work early at the fish market which also sports a restaurant and oyster bar—brand new addition we found out about this weekend ... I have a felling I’ll be spending loads of time there: half a dozen oysters for $3.95, a pint of local brew for $2.50 and a free wireless connection! What else could one ask for? Shit, I’m going there today, it’s my day off.

(It’s funny how hard it is to write, when one hasn’t really written in a few weeks. It’s hard to find something to say, to get the thought process going. I find that my thought process works in direct correlation with the act of writing. Basically, it’s hard for me to think a thought through other than with my fingers typing on the keyboard, or scribbling in my journal. And I haven’t partook in any such activity in what seems like eons. Writing & Thinking go hand in hand. It is through the act of writing that I can make sense of an idea ... though it would seem at this point that I have absolutely no clear train of thought, nor much to talk about ... it is by this forcing of words, meaningless as they are at this point, that I eventually find something to say, something meaningful enough to give me reason to go on ... but when I stop this seemingly absurd act of putting words down on screen or paper, my thought process slowly shuts down and a bleak blankness starts coming through like a blunt patch of nothingness in my forehead.)

Sunday I cleaned my ex-house, my ex-car-port, my ex-laundry-room. The landlady said I could switch out the refrigerators because my old one is much better. So I’m not quite done yet. But that’s okay.

(I'm so happy. I'm here at the oyster bar now. Just put down my second dozen, and my second pint ... I better pay my bill and go back home, otherwise I'm gonna spend my whole week's paycheck here, and eat oysters till I fall down on the floor ... Ain't life beautiful?)

Monday, January 02, 2006

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND BEST OF WISHES FOR 2006! 


Thanks to all of you who have read my blog during the almost two years of its existence. It's been a hard-working last few weeks for me, thus the little posting on this site. In the next couple of weeks, I'm moving to a new house, actually I'm moving from side B to side A of my duplex. Not a big move, but you still have to carry everything from one place to the other. After the move, I will once again have the internet at home, so regular posting should resume.

Best of wishes to everybody!!!

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