Running In Place

It was not a bad day, though I seem to have developed a sort of flatness. Not sorrow, or joy. Just, I don’t know, vacancy. Maybe some internal protective measure? Frankly, I would rather feel something. No matter, I suppose. It will pass. Every thing passes.

I made a dent in the kitchen. I called Deb (my landlady) in to listen to that noise - though there evidently isn’t a noise, to speak of. That is to say that my ears are learning a new set of sounds - the creaks in the floor, the baseboard heater, the coyotes - and they are as loud as crashing cymbals right now. So I immediately expose myself as a little bit crazy - saying, “don’t you hear that…..listen! Do you hear it now??” Hopefully she won’t ever see my ‘check the stove 3 times before you leave’ routine. She is kind though, and brought me quiche later.

The kid took me out so I could shop for a TV. Being newly licensed, I think he felt pretty good about picking me up and chauffeuring me around. Being the expert in all things PS 3, X-box, HDTV, and such as, he also felt uniquely qualified to advise my electronics purchases. In the end, to his disappointment, and my perfect satisfaction, I got the simplest little box I could find. It did make me happy to hang with him for a few hours.

I got my first call on my new home phone line - it was a wrong number. But! I have a pink bed! I went to the little girls’ section and got the most princess-y of sheet sets. I held off on getting the pink crown nightlight. Though I may go back for that once I’m feeling a little more royal again. So, life balances out I guess.