I waged war on dirt, dust, cat hair, mold and anything else that causes sneezing today. I mentioned the vacuuming earlier, now the house has been dusted (including inside the bathroom light panel which had become a moth graveyard), the floors are mopped, the bathtub is recaulked with mold resistant caulking, counters are wiped, all the couch coverings are washed, and the garbage has been taken out. Whew! Now i think i'll kick back and read a good book before calling it a night.~w

My cat keeps sitting on the keyboard this morning. Or afternoon i should say now. That might be an excuse for taking so long to update today, but it's probably because i had to do laundry and vacuum (really vacuum) the whole house for my sanity. I'm tired of waking up in the morning and sneezing from all the dust and cat hair in my world. Now the house is vacuumed. With the strong wind blowing outside i decided it was time to close up the storm windows too. So, i'm late to meet a friend at the gym. There you have it. I plan to make the rest of the day more interesting.~w

So i tried to write last night. I wish i could have written, but i got caught up in the trying and this is what ended up on paper:

You can watch the world drive by
From here there is always somewhere
To go and see and be
Alive there is hope
For balance in self and the world
It is bigger than the small square
of paper & pen & thought
about my place in space
For time is an imagined convenience
Still stopping the open expanse
Spinning out from this moment
Reflecting the mirror of my self
Trickling words trickily
A made up word for now
Sticks like gum to the shoe
Walking forward stuck in yesterday
I took care of myself
Today I'm stretching
Feeling frayed & outside of time
Tomorrow is open.

Hmmm, there's potential there. I have a couple images i've managed to get down on some other pieces of paper that i like. I suppose i'll just have to keep chewing on them for a while. I guess i should title this poem something like "Upon Learning Chi Kung" or something. It makes a little more sense if i think about the fact that i was writing this after class.~w

It's morning and i'm writing like i should be...

The cat was nasty about getting up as soon as the alarm went off. I wish sometimes i had the energy to spring out of bed in the morning like she can. But, she naps all day long. I think that's the difference.

My days are starting to have a regular pattern to them, but i feel there is too much i want to do in the amount of time i have to do it. Patience is essential to letting the day flow smoothly. I can't get everything done in an instant. Last night i finally had time to sit and talk with a friend about her plans for moving later in the month. I think i'll have a roommate again in a couple of weeks, but this time it should go more smoothly. She said she could already feel a difference in the house. It's more open and more welcoming to visitors. That's good! That's been my idea from the start. I'm looking at spending some time painting a few details this weekend. There's a bathroom cabinet and wall shelf unit that i've neglected for a while as well as a wrench i borrowed that's been waiting for me to fix the stopper in the bathroom sink. Little details, but they make a difference. My head is a bit full of planning and sorting right now. I'm hoping when that is all done i'll feel free to write from a safe creative space again.~w

I'm feeling rather mundane today. Which doesn't hurt anything i suppose. I took a Chi Kung class last night and then listened to some music at an open mic night. I pretty much was exhausted after all that. I think i'm more sore from an hour long class that "looks" gentle than i have been from lifting weights.

My roommate almost got everything out last night, but not quite. The piano actually stays until the week of the 15th now, but it's officially sold to someone else.

Oh, i did actually put pen to paper and write a bit last night. I haven't read it yet though. I was writing stream of consciousness and in the dim bar light where i couldn't see what i had written. I think it's very detached writing though. I still haven't found that safe place to let the emotions flow into words. Perhaps they're still distilling into something more productive than what i was given.

My nose is stuffed up with cat hair again. (she likes to sit on me while i type) I must go.~w

Can you say...running late? I knew you could. I didn't want to leave the cozy nest of my bed this morning. I slept something like 9 hours, but could have stayed in bed for several more. I guess i'm feeling lazy after such an active weekend. I've officially joined the gym. That means i now have the added pressure of making it worth the money. However, i figure it's the same as if i took one dance class a week, and here i can go up to six days a week (they're closed on Sunday). I'm sticking with 4 for now though. I have to say that except for this recent bout of laziness in dealing with the cold mornings i certainly have more energy. It doesn't seem to be doing much for my communication skills though. I feel like stuff is falling out of my mouth in very strange ways and my typing doesn't seem to be much better. Maybe it's just a lack of coffee right now...~w

I feel like my nose has found all the stray cat hair in the house. It's the moving thing. My roommate is almost completely moved out. There are still a few large things as well as the attic stuff. I guess she wore herself out on Saturday, because not much had changed by Sunday evening. I myself spent most of the weekend out, but i got in early yesterday to spend the evening rearranging things. For the first time ever in the two years i've lived here, it's really starting to feel like my house. I guess by that i mean that i'm familiar with where things are and it's starting to suit my own quirky style. Granted there is more work to be done. But, it's a start.

Today will be a busy Monday i'm sure, so i'm trying to wake up to the idea of paperwork again.~w

My dreams last night weren't vivid enough to stand out. That may be a good thing. I did talk to another friend who had dreams about ghosts as well, but her's were on subway.

Yesterday was full of working out, the Greek Festival (yummy spanikopita), a reading of short stories by poet MariJo Moore, and watching a Buster Keaton film in the park downtown with piano accompaniment. Very full i would say. The sun was out, the wind was breezy but not icy. A wonderful day all around.

I'm going to try to make the same kind of magic today.~w