It's been about 7 months since the
How can that be?
We've discussed how much like 'home' it feels, or not.
We've created new patterns for weekly tasks.
We've hung out together.
And in the end, that is really what matters to me these days,
hanging out together.
I still have some unpacking and sorting and discarding to do
~she says with some embarrassment~
I guess that part never ends, does it?
There still remains to be 3 things I'm not wild about.
- The upstairs neighbor with lead feet
- Not being able to walk straight outside.
- Laundry Day
Other than that, we're fine enough.
Here is what laundry day looks like:
It IS a nice room.
6 washers, 6 dryers
The problem for me remains the scents and process to avoid them!
You can see my small gathering of weaving materials.
It was a weaving day this day.
Sometimes it is a reading day or a phone call day.
I wait upstairs in the lounge area,
so I can switch my laundry into the least offensive machines.
It takes up a chunk of time on my weekend,
but then it is all done at once!
Ready for the work week.
How mundane my life must seem.
How it feels.
The lounge area and the view.
Sometimes others are doing laundry or watching TV in the lounge.
Usually, two particular neighbors with the ball game on.
Usually I am alone, except for the few strange encounters with neighbors.
There was the neighbor who seemed friendly enough, until he went off about Muslims.
I'll leave that there, except to say, of course I did not agree and I'm glad to have NOT seen him since. Then there is the neighbor in a wheel chair, who pushes himself around...talking to himself and anyone who may listen, in rather snarky, aggressive tones. Odd does not begin to describe.
I have learned about myself, that I have a hard time feeling compassion when I feel unsafe.
And there was the day that the upstairs lead foot neighbor came into the laundry room, started his laundry, then wiped down a white plastic chair with a wet paper towel and plopped himself down to STARE at me as I folded my laundry. I quickly dropped the undergarments into my laundry cart. He lives ~right around the corner~ from the laundry room, but yet there he sat.
And the ball game watching lady always has something to say, even if she is nice enough.
"Oh you're finally finished with your laundry!" as I head back toward the elevator.
Her voice rises and emphasizes on the "finally".
I didn't ask for, nor need a commentary on my laundry efficiency!
There is air conditioning, which I am grateful for.
And there is a view, which carries me away.
Somewhere in the back area there lives a small hawk
that cries out in the mornings as I leave for work.
I've yet to see it, like I could the hawks at the old place.
But, I can hear it and imagine.
Just the calling carries me.
And the Crows!
There are so many crows around here!
I see some every morning as I head out.
They make me smile.
In other, maybe equally boring news.
I'm reading a new book.
I'm pretty far into it and have mixed feelings at this point.
Has anyone out there read this one.
Please share what you thought,
for I'm not sure if it is him and his writing or me and my state of mind.
Yesterday was my niece's wedding.
I took only one photo with people in it!
There were so many 'smart' phones and hired photographers,
gracious knows my photos were not needed!
I did take one of them right after the ceremony and it came out blurry!
A horrible picture, but their smiles are forever in my mind's eye.
I was interesting in textures and light.
|Grab a drink wall, which was later a grab a goodie bag wall|
|View from the balcony ~ The Fashion District, Downtown LA|
|Plenty of glassware in the SoCal sun|
|Part of the table decor. Anyone know what this is?|
Last, but not least, I treated myself to a new little desk and chair.
It is small and has only one thin drawer, so I can't collect more stuff!
But, I now have a place to get my financial life organized,
instead of trying to sit on the edge of my bed! ha
I added the old Carson Valley 'pogonip'
photograph to this wall.
I love being able to look up at it and remember from my days up North.
I remember for two weeks straight, as we were preparing to move back to California,
the Carson Valley was socked in with a valley wide pogonip.
My EX was working up in Tahoe, where it was brilliant blue skies.
Yet, I was home packing, with two babies under the age of three
and solid , gray, frozen skies! It was wild!
|New desk, chair and pillow|
May your mundane tasks contain some interest and gratitude.
May life's big moments provide time for small reflections.
May possibilities come in the most surprising ways.
Photographs by NAE ©2019
Photographs by NAE ©2019