The Day for Lovers

It is a strange time of year for those in estranged states. In some ways there is relief that the duties of The Day are no longer really necessary. But there is also that maudlin revisiting of the days past and what they brought – or didn’t. I’ve been trying very hard to not allow myself to be overly emotional these last two weeks – I had so much to get through, after all, and it demanded every stitch of sanity I had left. But now I can breathe…

I arrived at my new sanctuary (it is quite palatial, friends) and it is so nice to just be still for a time. To know I’ve nothing to do but find work and focus on caring for any last details – the remnants of moving. It is difficult to know when to change to my address, though, since I really haven’t one. I have chosen to let some things remain at the old one for now. It is my hope to only change it all once, of course.

It was a difficult arrival here, though, I’ll admit. My truck weighed down like a Bedouin camel, I freighted the Daily Goods with me. Once parked, my head bowed in utter exhaustion as I texted Those Concerned with news of my safe arrival. And then the tears fell like rain as the ability to just stop struck me hard. I finally managed to exit the vehicle and start offloading the stuff and things.

What was worse – yesterday I received the Thanks But No Thanks emails for both roles I had in process. One was a moderate relief as it would have been difficult, indeed. But to not get either…I sat on the floor with the small dogs that reside here and we had a small pity party. I then explained a few moments later that this was the process. You grieve, you stand, you wash your face, and then you start all over again. It isn’t easy – but I guess it gets easier each time. Someone told me last night to see if I could get in anywhere and just move up. I had to explain that I had humbled myself to several minimum wage roles and no one is interested. It is a very strange thing to face that you are extremely intelligent and worthy and yet…worth nothing to the market. I never thought it would take this long. So I will be reaching out to even more agencies to see what can be done – the last three having offered zero roles. I am telling you – baffling. I try very hard to just be patient, try to stay positive but there are some days that it takes all I have to just not surrender. I did manage to get 4 applications submitted today. Not a bad morning’s work. And another 2 or 3 are possible later today once my errands are done.

This morning the internet cast this into my net, though, and it was really quite helpful. Nothing new, of course – the same language, the same things we all know to be true. But it helped. I would particularly mention the 6m 55s mark wherein he states that you must rid yourself of the people around you that aren’t helpful. I learned this lesson a long time ago. But then it can be lonely. I readily admit that. Still, being free of the drama of others, of the trailing miasma they bring to your door…oh, wait. Is that me, now? Am I now one of Those People to others? Well, all the more reason to keep trying to be positive and effectual.

And now I’ve things to get done – I am off to breathe clean air and be scoured by new winds for a time. A respite where I need not think of any of the above – not what has happened nor what is to come. I intend to live in the moment to moment. We’ll see how I manage that task. I just want to lay aside all cares, these last – what? – 4 months of travail and be myself. Not the simulacrum that has stumbled through those days. Not the Strong And Brave version of myself that has been a scrim over the crumbled edifice. No, I shall be the person I once was a long time ago…once upon a time when we all lived in the forest…

“It’s a kind of magic…”

 

What Is There Left?

Here I sit, in my very cute AirBNB home not very far from my own, with a tiny glass of wine to just possibly bring sleep to the fore. I haven’t had much in several days – I wake over and over, force myself to get another hour…this morning I was awake at 4:30 – the alarm was for 5a so I just sat up and waited. I had a fair amount of time at the house when I got there to research for the interview – I hadn’t had a moment prior for it. Who knows how it goes…

Seems my router might have been dying but their Skype call was shite. I finally had them just add ,my cell to the call – it didn’t help that they had two in a conference room on speaker phone which adds its own on and off audibles. I was pretty honest, pretty much myself, because there was nothing else I could do. I was too exhausted to put on a show.

Would you like to see my office for the call? Imagine it with a snow of papers with notes…

NotAWindowOffice

Yep, pretty dang interesting. I hoped it wouldn’t all tumble down in the middle of the call. So…the movers last night were 90 minutes late but they hustled. They actually got a lot more in there than I thought they would. I still had to rush and get a storage space today and then this morning move a few things in the pods to fit in the misc stuff left in the house…but in the end my truck is full, the pods were full, and the things that had to get to storage got there. But this is the reason why. ALL BLESSINGS ON THE HEAD OF YOUNG ZACH! What a trooper – 1st, he showed up on time, 2nd, he listened as I point out preferred items to move, 3rd, he did it all on his own – even going to the space without me so that I could continue my work, and 4th – he got my beloved swing to fit in there! Oh, what joy, what ecstasy! I had resigned myself to having to leave it. But no – he got my fancy ass fuel cans, mower, tools, water barrels, and the swing safely stowed. I get verklempt just thinking about the good he did me today…I paid him  well. He was a bit freaked out when I told him to scavenge anything he wanted in the garage. He found things.

The pods were picked up. The things I thought I’d lose were not. The owners agreed to use some of my deposit for a make ready house cleaner fee so that I didn’t have to fret about it…so tomorrow morning I can go in, take a final peek, and say farewell to all that. A dear friend asked how it was last night to sleep away from the home for the first time – I had to think a moment. It really wasn’t that bad. Of course, I was exhausted and not really sleeping well anyway but…it is very quiet here, very dark, and I was quite satisfied. Now, ask me when I am staying with my brother and SIL after a couple weeks. Well, let us hope it will be no time at all and that a role comes through very soon.

Tomorrow, after the final farewell to the house, I head to S. TX for an interview on Friday – yes, another one I’ve had ZERO time to prepare for. But I’m pretty good at presenting a fine persona. I just hope I can look rested by then. Must remember to get some spoons from housekeeping to put in the fridge – swollen eyes respond to them, dontcha know.

I suppose that is all – the wine is working and I am fading. Best to get to my bed. Another early AM and then…the road. My word…what a week. I really must try to remember how I soldiered on in these days. I literally packed and moved an entire 4/3 home essentially alone – including the staging it for showing,  getting the mondo stack of free moving boxes so I had to buy only the ones for my books, and getting the pods set. I mean I literally did all but humping the furniture out the door…hell of a thing.

But the Chinese salon lady stole half my eyebrows with her aggressive waxing style. It’ll come back but MY FUCKING ARCH, YOU WHORE! Sigh…BTW, ladies, those crazy SNS style nails have survived it ALL and hardly looked scuffed. STUNNING chemical technology. Of course, probably unhealthy as hell but who cares?! They look great!

OK – I’m out.

Old School

I’ve slept so fitfully for days, now, that I hardly make sense in my own mind. My feet shuffle in a stumbling gait from box to cabinet, drawer to bin, home to car as the final push is on me. Nearly done, I keep telling myself. Just a little more…

Tuesday another pod arrives to hold the things I’ll want first when I finally have a home again., And later some young fellows from Craigslist to load it all for me. Early in the day I have another interview – a phone call as driving 2.5 hrs would not work. That night and Wednesday I will prop up my feet in a strange place, returning here for the pods to be retrieved and sent off to their holding place. Then, Thursday, I am off to Houston to stay with my brother and SIL. It will be a lovely respite, I have to admit. A very nice home, essentially the entire upstairs a guest wing, and some time to just think. I will probably avail myself of something stout to aid in sleep and try to catch up while in a safe haven.

Last night it was time to burn all the old files, papers, and remnants of a life so long gone, now. It was too easy to review the pages before they fell into the flames – I had to force myself to let it all go. Just let the past go – this is not my strong suit. In the end it was a lightening of the burden…but I sent it off with a serenade of youthful songs. I’d forgotten so much of that soundtrack – hell, I hardly remember the years at all if I am honest. The music brings back some memories.

 there’s a lady over there, she’s acting pretty cool
But when it comes to playin’ life, she always plays the fool

It is interesting to think of how competent I was then. So young and yet quite accomplished, considering. 1978 was a very interesting year…it was the start of the rocket to hell. I always loved Keith Moon in this – his animated performance so much of the madman that he was. And one of the last. I think it is funny how so many of my favorite songs feature amazing drum lines. Never went for the singers…always the drummers.

And then, a decade on, the slow dance in a lonely room…

Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror still expecting their prey
Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back
No
There is no turning back

And after a time a movement like a symphony piece that spun all out of control. Crash and burn, pick up the pieces – again – only to wind up here – again.

He wanted to believe
In the hands of love

And these days? Is there a song of Now? No. No, there has been no leisure for it. I couldn’t tell you a single song of the last year. Rather, it is the sound of destruction. And flames. And the howling of wild things giving birth to Unknowns.

Slowly, slowly…