You may have noticed that I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere much in the last three weeks. Or perhaps you didn’t, but no matter. I’m still here.
My roomie, Natasha, has moved to a place of her own, which involved far more important business than writing about cat cries and bike rides. For perhaps ten days to two weeks, it was a mad rush for Natasha to pack up her many things and bring our separation to completion.
I stayed put in the apartment, but that meant switching out most of the kitchen items to start, splitting things we shared (counting garbage bags, for instance), emptying out a storage shed (my boxes came to the apartment, Natasha’s to her new place), and taking Natasha’s boxes and furniture to her new abode. In between, I utilized Amazon, Target and Wal-Mart to buy the necessities I was missing or needed to replace. Simple things like a shower curtain, bakeware, wastebasket, etc., and the priority of a larger TV for the living room.
We may have gone up and down the stairs a lot. Lifted things up and put them down a lot. Functional exercise to the max that may have built a few muscles, but also fired up a trigger point in my back that required rest, Advil and a trip to the chiropractor. I’m getting a little old for this moving business.
It was time for endings and beginnings. Natasha and I are both retired now and between this fact and a pandemic that kept us close to home, we were in each other’s face a little too much. We both desired our own spaces to do what we want, when we want, however we want. Have private phone conversations without shutting a door or cook food in the kitchen without being in each other’s way.
Natasha and I remain good friends, in case you are thinking otherwise. It was simply time for both of us to write a new chapter and an opportunity to make trips to the dumpster and Goodwill.
In emptying boxes that were in storage for the past seven years, I realized I may have kept too much junk. When I opened a little box and found an odd assortment of key rings, multiple paper clips and store savings cards, it was time to do a little soul searching and confess that sometimes I step on the line between neatness and hoarding. I’ve given Natasha the order to give me one of her single eye-brow raising, disapproving looks if I mention wanting to buy anything related to Christmas this year other than a tree to replace the one I had to throw away.
I’m still working on the separation project. I have to finish organizing the garage. Throw out more boxes and packaging material. Make a trip to Goodwill. Decide what I’m going to do with a second bedroom. Clean out the walk-in closet that was storing way too many things when Natasha was here. Hang up summer clothes. Figure out why the new TV doesn’t like Netflix. Hope, with fingers crossed, that the automatic cat feeder will allow Gibbs to leave me alone at 4 am. Make muffins and clam chowder…because I have to do something that doesn’t involve a box o’stuff or the stairs.
A wonderful thing that I accomplished this past Monday was getting a second Covid shot, which means I’ll be fully vaccinated in a week and two days. No, I won’t be going into a bar that day, but I may have to go hug a few friends who are also vaccinated and have a beer at home to celebrate.
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Just go with the flow.
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