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Nov. 27th, 2009 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogIt's funny. A lot of things are happening in life at the moment for Moira and I that are making us evaluate plans, interests, priorities, life. Largely good stuff, to be sure, but a lot of change. Without Kuma in our lives, we don't have to have so much space, for instance, and we may not honestly need as much space as we have in this house.
We also have a lot more freedom to be out of the house for a day or two at a time, since the cats have an auto-feeder and are independent enough creatures to take care of themselves for a time. We've been taking advantage of that, what with my being away at conventions and visiting friends, and Moira taking time to visit her friends and loved ones.
I miss my dog in ways I can't easily express, and I have that brief pain every morning when I get out of bed and his crate is gone from the room, or when I drop a bit of food and begin to call him to come get a treat. I really need to put something in the hole at the top of the stairs where his den was. Probably bookshelves. Bookshelves are well suited for filling holes, both in rooms and in hearts.
I'm going to begin making a concerted effort to get stuff out of the house. My shelves and shelves of records; LPs, 78s, a few 45s. I doubt that I will ever play the majority of them. I need to get rid of the boxes and boxes of cruft from work in the garage, and the stack of a dozen or two broken laptops in the hall. I need to sell my Fender Strat. I need to commit myself to doing at least one Ebay listing a day to get stuff out and bring money in.
I'm looking seriously at doing online schooling toward a degree. I think I'm going to talk to a career counselor at Gateway here in Kenosha, too, about their technical writing program. I think I'd be good at that, and I'd enjoy it more than what I do.
A new close friend lent me a few books and I'm reading again. It had been so long since I've read very much at all; just a quick book here and there. A graphic novel or two Moira would bring home from the library, a Kurt Vonnegut tale, (yes, Breakfast of Champions counts as a quick book compared to some things!), a little bit of Winter's Tale, read on the train to DC. Last night I read all of Sharon Shinn's The Safe-Keeper's Secret. This morning, I read the ending again. It makes me hungry for more words to devour and savor.
After an even longer absence, this one of five or six years, I've begun playing at learning the guitar again. Since my left wrist won't allow me to fret anymore, I just picked up my thrifted Hohner classical acoustic on Thursday, flipped the thing upside down, and began playing it left-handed, chord-reversed. I haven't even restrung it for left-hand play since acoustic bodies are braced more strongly on the side of the bass strings to manage the higher tension. This works unexpectedly well, and I can make my way tortuously through the bare chords of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, Neil Young's After the Gold Rush, and Counting Crows' Mr. Jones, all of which I love a great deal. E, C, D, Am, G, they're all coming back to me quickly, albeit mirror-reversed.
I don't know. There seems to be a lot of change these days. The majority of it is exciting and very hopeful to me. But it's still change, and at heart, change is a scary thing to me. I've felt occasionally adrift and confused this past while. But I'm also looking forward to the promise of the new. I feel good about my life, and my connections with my dear Moira, my sweet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rileybear67 (who I miss so much), my parents who have always loved me so deeply and accepted me unconditionally, and so many others, near and far, old and new, who I care very much about. If you think that's you, it almost certainly is.
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for every single experience in my life that has brought me to the place I am, and made me a person I am content to be. I am thankful for a future that I know will be joyous, sorrowful, and filled with old friends and new experiences.
Blessings on you all, and peace be with you.
We also have a lot more freedom to be out of the house for a day or two at a time, since the cats have an auto-feeder and are independent enough creatures to take care of themselves for a time. We've been taking advantage of that, what with my being away at conventions and visiting friends, and Moira taking time to visit her friends and loved ones.
I miss my dog in ways I can't easily express, and I have that brief pain every morning when I get out of bed and his crate is gone from the room, or when I drop a bit of food and begin to call him to come get a treat. I really need to put something in the hole at the top of the stairs where his den was. Probably bookshelves. Bookshelves are well suited for filling holes, both in rooms and in hearts.
I'm going to begin making a concerted effort to get stuff out of the house. My shelves and shelves of records; LPs, 78s, a few 45s. I doubt that I will ever play the majority of them. I need to get rid of the boxes and boxes of cruft from work in the garage, and the stack of a dozen or two broken laptops in the hall. I need to sell my Fender Strat. I need to commit myself to doing at least one Ebay listing a day to get stuff out and bring money in.
I'm looking seriously at doing online schooling toward a degree. I think I'm going to talk to a career counselor at Gateway here in Kenosha, too, about their technical writing program. I think I'd be good at that, and I'd enjoy it more than what I do.
A new close friend lent me a few books and I'm reading again. It had been so long since I've read very much at all; just a quick book here and there. A graphic novel or two Moira would bring home from the library, a Kurt Vonnegut tale, (yes, Breakfast of Champions counts as a quick book compared to some things!), a little bit of Winter's Tale, read on the train to DC. Last night I read all of Sharon Shinn's The Safe-Keeper's Secret. This morning, I read the ending again. It makes me hungry for more words to devour and savor.
After an even longer absence, this one of five or six years, I've begun playing at learning the guitar again. Since my left wrist won't allow me to fret anymore, I just picked up my thrifted Hohner classical acoustic on Thursday, flipped the thing upside down, and began playing it left-handed, chord-reversed. I haven't even restrung it for left-hand play since acoustic bodies are braced more strongly on the side of the bass strings to manage the higher tension. This works unexpectedly well, and I can make my way tortuously through the bare chords of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, Neil Young's After the Gold Rush, and Counting Crows' Mr. Jones, all of which I love a great deal. E, C, D, Am, G, they're all coming back to me quickly, albeit mirror-reversed.
I don't know. There seems to be a lot of change these days. The majority of it is exciting and very hopeful to me. But it's still change, and at heart, change is a scary thing to me. I've felt occasionally adrift and confused this past while. But I'm also looking forward to the promise of the new. I feel good about my life, and my connections with my dear Moira, my sweet
rileybear67 (who I miss so much), my parents who have always loved me so deeply and accepted me unconditionally, and so many others, near and far, old and new, who I care very much about. If you think that's you, it almost certainly is. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for every single experience in my life that has brought me to the place I am, and made me a person I am content to be. I am thankful for a future that I know will be joyous, sorrowful, and filled with old friends and new experiences.
Blessings on you all, and peace be with you.
