I’m still settling into my new place. I say “still” because even though I moved and unpacked almost everything, there are still two shades to be installed, a couple small furniture items to be delivered, some major closet reorganization to be done in both bedroom closets, and some modular organization pieces for the pantry, where things are presently in a big pile on a counter. This is outside of a window that needs to be repaired which will surely occur when I have a doctor’s appointment or company is over.
The past few months have been spent sorting and packing, then moving, then unpacking, then fleeing the toxic fumes coming into my place from the construction downstairs. It hasn’t been fun. Oh yes, and I re-injured my knee which took its first hit when I twisted it badly doing a workout, re-injured it doing the same workout, and then crashed the same knee on concrete when I slipped on something on the sidewalk. Trying to clean my floors of plaster dust, and sanding dust from the floors downstairs was kind of the final blow, since I was cleaning the grit about 5 different times within 6 weeks.
The worst thing was needing to flee my place from the fumes. I returned home to a rather hefty pile of paperwork which needed to be attended to. I’m behind in developing a catalog, which has been slow going since I needed to be home in order to take photographs. I still have two gigantic boxes that need to be shredded. I need to update many business related documents that are very time consuming. A friend of mine and I need to find a new tax accountant for his business. I have several articles I needed to have been written around the time I had to flee from the fumes. Acupuncture and other forms of bodywork have been holding me together. I’m beginning to think I need a change of venue, not another forced one but one of choice. Oh wait, didn’t I just say I have a lot to catch-up to???
Sipping little umbrella drinks, even without alcohol in them (I don’t drink) really, really sounds like a good thing right now, especially in Puerto Vallarta, or Cancun, or anywhere I don’t have to deal with construction fumes and noise, post moving issues, etc.
Or maybe just being able to stay home in peace and quiet would help me stay mellow.
Normally I don’t gripe, but I was looking for the photos from my Birthday Dinner with Sean. I discovered that I can’t find the memory card that had our restaurant pictures on it. We went to Tango Sur again, which was another thoroughly enjoyable dinner with my friend Sean. For whatever reason, I always seem to be celebrating my Birthday on every day but the big day, so it was really meaningful to enjoy the evening with a friend on said day, with great food and great company, when I turned 29 again.
During my many days as a Gypsy, I stayed with two of my friends in their spectacular home in the west part of Uptown. It was truly a lovely home and I very much enjoyed my stay there, and that fabulous kitchen of theirs. Dinner was a time for good food and great conversation. I also learned of a new name for Target, which is incredibly perfect: Target, the one hundred dollar store.
And during my fleeing back and forth and during my attempt to recover my energy somewhat from running between “homes,” one of my wonderful neighbors gave me a couple of rides, which I so very, very much appreciated.
So maybe I don’t need to escape to Mexico. Maybe Paradise is just a state of mind, and I need to return to it.
