Sorry I've Left You

So sorry for the lag in posts here. But recently, life has been busy. Now, especially on this slow Sunday workday, I have some time to read and think. One big life change has brought about another; Kendall bought a new house, and now I'm moving in with him.

So in less than an hour, I'll get off work (I got a new schedule, and for this, I am very grateful to the Universe) and go to my apartment to gather up a few things and snap some photos of the apartment in an attempt to lure a subletter.

Kendall has graciously offered me the extra bedroom to do with whatever I like, since it's empty anyway and will evetually house all of my furniture and be the guest room. But since we have no forseen guests until late December, I get to do whatever I want, save painting it red or yellow.

So I just wrote a list of what I pick up from my apartment and take to his house tonight:

• purple drawer chest
• table, chairs
• laptop
• kitchen knives
• exfoliator
• jewelry
• shoes
• perfume
• books
• photos
• sewing
• art supplies

I think it's rather telling. It starts of practially enough, taking the drawers that house my underwear and laptop. But soon, it's all about setting up my own little creative and beautiful world where I can make clothes, adorn my body, polish my skin and smell nice. It's almost too decadent, but, then again, it's not. :)

Day 1 of Blather

Alright, J. I'm keeping my promise. It is slower than molasses here, so I figured I had some time to ramble on about several things.

Today has been mostly about finding a dog. I really want a dog. I visited the Town Lake Animal Shelter today to check out a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel I saw advertised online yesterday. Too bad I didn't notice the part where it said she was FOUND. It looks like her owner has come forward and still wants her. There are 2 other found Cocker Spaniels, so I might have to wait to see if their owners claim them.

Looking into dogs has opened this whole new world to me. There are breeders, and rescue associations, and shelters. The rescue associations are all good folks who volunteer to find foster homes until adoption and forever homes for a certain breed. They take time out of their daily lives to help find pooches a good home. They tour potential adopters homes. They sift through applications. They update Web sites. They're also part of a circle of dog lovers in the area. They often meet up so their dogs can socialize and they can talk shop.

So I'm still looking for the right dog to come along...

I've also been informed that there is a gift waiting for me when I come home tonight. I hopefully guessed was a puppy, but Kendall said it wasn't. I get the sneaking suspicion that it's flowers, which is funny, because I just told J how I don't see the point in them any more. But the thought is lovely, and flowers would make a nice centerpiece for dinner this weekend. Or maybe it's not flowers! It could be anything... I'm just tickled that I was thought of so fondly.

Alright, that's about all. Tomorrow I will sew and sew, maybe make a new jacket and a new skirt!

Thanks, dude.

At the urging of my work buddy, I'm going to TRY to start writing about my day and other general things. Not the controlled, plotted blog entries about food or wine. But rather, babble.

See, I used to put a lot of stock in journaling and writing about my day. I was never good at it because my hand cramped up. So I'm hoping that this attempt works out. The gentleman to my right has promised to pressure me into writing in the evenings when work slows down.

The list of benefits of journaling/stream of consciousness/writing about anything is a long one. Maybe I'll get home, lay down and fall asleep, no longer kept awake by random thoughts or unnecessary worries.

Cross your fingers, folks.