New Year, New Insanity
Well, it's been a long time since I've had occasion to make an entry here.Things look as if they may be getting crazy again and I might be spending some time this year in yet another big city!Ask me if I'm thrilled.Actually, if the prospect of an apartment were to present itself it would be kind of cool. Otherwise, it'll likely be a business-class hotel. Whatever the case, I'll need high-speed internet for my research project.And cable service with Comedy Central.
Well, the next chapter seems to have (finally!) begun!SoBoy has moved over to another account and I am finally able to delete all of the Chicago links and bookmarks.I plan on keeping this blog up because things are still pretty insane.But, at least, the insanity looks like it will be confined to one time zone........for now.
Hmm....New Chapter Looks Suspiciously Like The Last One!
If you've been over at SoBoy's you'll have noticed that his period of indenture is not over yet!(It's driving me nuts, so I can't imagine what it's like for him.)The one good thing about this is that it gives me another week to get together my list of things that I want him to pick up for me while he's in Chicago!
Starting A New Chapter
Southern Boy moved the rest of our crap out of the apartment over the weekend and drove it all home.Where we'll put it all is anybody's guess!!Check out the link to his site to read his account and to see some nifty pics that he took on his road-trip!
A New "Normal"
SoBoy left for the airport around 4:30 am this morning.This is his last week at the apartment and the end of his having to be in ChiTown every week. After this, he will be switching to a schedule that will have him alternating between home and Chicago. It's only recently dawned on me just how confusing this "new normal" schedule is likely to be. I have enough trouble trying to remember what I'm supposed to be doing. We need an admin.
While You Were Out
A few days ago, I was watering some plants on our back porch when I noticed that the gentleman who (evidently) moved into the house behind us some time this Spring was carefully clipping the vines around our split-rail fence. During my brief visits home over the last few months, I had noticed that he was spending quite a lot of time in his side yard - near our fence. So, I was not surprised to see a fringe of red, tilled clay appear, just beyond our tree-line. I was a little surprised that it was as near to our fence as it was but I thought little of it and chalked it up to trying to roto-til red clay.On the day in question, however, I noticed that he was carefully trimming the weeds and vines growing on our fence - and over onto our side of it. Well, even then, I might have said nothing but for the fact that he was working around some poison ivy.As much as I could understand his desire to keep the pernicious weeds in our yard from encroaching on his garden, I decided to go out and warn him about the poison ivy while, at the same time, letting him know that - how shall I put it? - his responsibility for weeding ended at the property line.Now, our fence is not directly on the property line, of course. It is actually almost a foot inside of the line for maintenance purposes but my attempts to explain this to him were fruitless.Turns out that English is not his native language.
Home again.I know it's Home because my laundry is still where I left it a few weeks back.SoBoy is only back for a couple of days and then he's heading back up to ChiTown. I, on the other hand, get to stay Home.Of course, that means dusting the house for the first time in (mumble) weeks and things of that nature. I don't know where anything is anymore and there are a surprising number of things at our house that have mysteriously ceased to function. Perhaps they felt abandoned - although, I was careful to let the house know that I was only going away for a while and promised that I would be back as soon as I could. Not wanting it to feel neglected, I tried to let it know that it was loved and even bought the house a few presents: placemats and napkins and such. I planted flowers and saw that everything was cared for in our absence. That being the case, I feel certain that the demise of the cable box, a computer and a mailbox, etc. are not linked to our absence in any meaningful way but are, in fact, merely things that one generally attends to during the course of daily routine with scarcely a notice but which - come upon all at once - sucks the fun out of a weekend.All in all, I think chez nous has managed on its own quite well. Still, I like to think that it is glad to have us back again.As for the Chicago apartment: I thanked it profusely before I left. I blew it a kiss, while I waited for the taxi to the airport. I even waved farewell to the neighborhood, as we pulled away from the curb.Funny how soon a place can begin to feel like home.Like home.But not Home.And I'm Home again.Jiggity.