Friday, July 23

Tired from the heat.  Rooms are cool at certain times, lights off and fans going.  Drink water.  Drink water.  Always boxes on the living room floor, always new boxes to replace those we have emptied. 

Gata sleeping mostly on the floor, water in the bedroom window by the street.  A strange mark with no fur near her nose, no idea how it got there.  She doesn't seem to mind it.  This window as good as the last and closer to the action. 

Dinner at P and A's last night, the boys talk about Leanord Cohen and those lines from Sisters of Mercy stick in my head- we weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be alright.  Girls into one room, boys in another, talking and talking.  Pavement in the kitchen. 

Went to Trader Joe's today with my sister and two boys.  One left here with James and two more playing elsewhere.   Food in the freezer for now or later.  Tomorrow maybe Farmer John's for fruits and veggies.  Kitchen stuff still unpacked and I have no idea where to put it.   Need a curtain for the window upstairs, may take out my sewing machine this evening.  Tired of not being able to do and tired of asking. 

Baby kicking something crazy today.  Belly moves as whomever shifts and I feel my insides pushed around.  When will the heat break?  Shoes didn't fit this morning and I don't know where the rest are.  Bags of sweaters upstairs, I can put them away.  Laundry has a place to go once it is folded.   Should I wash the sheets tonight or wait?  May go to bed very early....

Hoping for thunder.

 


Monday, July 19

Slept in the new house last night- mattress on floor, boxspring too wide for the stairs.  Gata howling on the way over but content after a few minutes of cuddling.  Not too hot with the fan going, bed made like home bcause it is home now. 
 
Book cases in the study, quick visit from Lansing etc. while I took my first shower.  So much to do and so much done.  So many thanks that need be given.  Thank you for your help.   A little overwhelmed still, made it through only crying once this morning and that was after slamming my finger in the door. 
 
James took the tape off of the edges in the living room.  The couch is set against the left wall, the computer as well for now.  Mountains of white bags in the living and laundry rooms.   Two loads of laundry done, fridge moved a little, shower curtain up.   So tired today and trying not to do too much, a day of rest, etc.  Nothing to eat in the house and I'm not going shopping. 
 
Let the fish go this afternoon in my brother's fish pond.  After looking lost for a moment he started to swim with the big fish, following their circles around the lazy brown school near the deepest part.  I wonder if he will be so pale next time I look.  The orange fish in the pond are so bright, the white shimmer, the brown sulk.  My pale little fish stands out. 
 
Gata likes the back of the couch for sleeping.  I might try the rest in a bit.
 
Spent some time at River Rd., mostly talking to my grandfather.  Cleaned a little and left James packing more.  Someone is coming to look at the house on Tuesday or Wednesday, hopefully the latter.  Our place is a mess but Hamer isn't worried.  I won't worry either.  Tomorrow I will go and try to make some order of it.  Today it is too much. 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, July 15

Awestruck by the beauty of the world today.  The red of a barn between 133 and exit 13, the orange and yellow of lillies by the road.  Blue sky turning grey then white then blue.  I am not as overwhelmed as I could or should be, but I am sure that will pass.
 
Emptying drawers for the move, room by room.  This should all be done by now.  The heat is getting to me.  Packing nearly naked, and it isn't even that hot.  Unaccustomed to corners without clutter, embarassed by how many things I have.   Books, yarn, clothes, shoes.  Dishes and pans and pots and fabric.  Records and books and books and books.
 
Gata was out but now she's in.  In heat, too.  Xtina may get the Gatitos she is looking for.   Meowed when I called her, easy to find, now rolling on the floor and kicking her head.  Something must be done.   /:>N.  That was Gata jumpingon the keyboard.  Maybe I should have left her out. 
 
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