Sunday the 27th
Below is a very random, stream of consciousness. I just need to get this down and out of my head.
Today feels unsettled. Like I’ve come to the end of a chapter. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what is ending or what could make me feel like it is ending. If anything, too many things are starting up.
I got a short nap in this afternoon while I made soup. I sort of cleaned up the kitchen in order to cook. I sort of shoveled icy build-up off the sidewalks while it was sunny. I sort of cleaned out my car of weeks worth of trash.
We sang Epiphany vespers tonight. Mr. Hockey drove in have supper with me and attend the service.
Afterward, I realized that, as a band geek my whole school life, and then as the choir director, I have had very limited opportunities to sing some of the standard choral repertoire. Lead it as a conductor, yes. Sing it from the choir, not much.
It was a very moving evening, getting to do that.
There’s an odd creaking in the house tonight. I’ve heard it for a couple of nights now. It’s not cold enough to be that. But I don’t know what it is. It’s not regular enough to be something leaking or dripping. But it is probably something bad.
I noticed today that the pop in the little refrigerator on the porch froze and exploded and with the warmer weather today has leaked out of the refrigerator and onto the porch carpet. Of course it was red pop.
I need to be sure and call the mortgage broker and get started on refinancing.
The boys have been gone since Thursday. I miss them.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Dr. Zhivago 2007
untitled 2007
X-ray Hip 2007
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Dr. Zhivago 2007
untitled 2007
X-ray Hip 2007
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Dr. Zhivago 2007
untitled 2007
X-ray Hip 2007
January 28th, 2008 at 4:48 am
sometimes the random posts just roll off the fingers and on to the screen…
When there is nobody but yourself in the house, one always seems to hear those weird noises.
Red stuff always seems to be the culprit when it comes to weird household accidents. I once dropped a halved pomegranate on my brand new light brown couch. This happened when I was startled by the obnoxious buzzer I had in my last apartment. Those things stain real good.
January 28th, 2008 at 5:35 am
I’ve awakened many times with that unsettled feeling. It’s like, “this is not going to be a normal day.”
I live alone and I do tend to hear some funny sounds. Usually it’s the tree in the front scraping up against the window when the wind blows.
January 28th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
I believe I know that unsettled feeling. Sort of a low level anxiousness? It probably has a lot to do with not having your boys with you right now…or at least I get that way when my kids are out and about for longer than usual.
January 28th, 2008 at 10:47 pm
Man, do I know that feeling. Sometimes I never figure out what caused it either. It sounds like you have a lot going on - both good and bad. Just spoil yourself and give yourself a get out of jail free card when your boys are gone. Take a long hot bath, watch movies, go out to lunch with friends. It kind of eases the weirdness of the absence.
January 30th, 2008 at 5:24 pm
How’s that breathing going there, sister?