May 4, 2013
Lost miserably at
Rummikub and the good/bad thing is, I am getting used to it so the frustration and upset level is decreased. I am
no longer turning into a miserable drunk and acting disorderly when that
happens! Not really. Perhaps just far too many bon bons and tea to drown my
sorrows, a down-turned mouth and crappy attitude. Yes, I am very competitive!
Now I just revel when I don’t loose by more than a few thousand points.
Tyrus seemed despondent
and agitated when I left, relayed my caretaker friend. I know he is anxious
since I am tweaking my life and the stakes are high to prepare for the long
foot surgery recovery. He was fidgety and visibly distressed. I need him with
me, to be my companion, confidant, share popcorn and movies on Friday date
nights and sometimes get me out of bed in the early mornings.
Too many hours sorting
out my limited options leads to restlessness and irritability. Discovered my
sensation of loss and fear creeping in left me stunned and accepting the preference
of isolation and entrapment. Although the perfectly quaint brownstone building on
Powderhorn Park with a darling eclectic charming
and furnished third floor sublet apartment provided a convenient and seemingly
best solution I realized, while discussing the details with a great and patient
friend, I would be sadly alone and accepting stuck. Struggling down several
flights of stairs, perhaps even resorting to crawling or scooting backwards, it
would be traumatic and desperate just to get to the wind in my face and sun at
my back…or something like that.
So, I am back to the
duplex I adore in West St Paul
which has ample room for Taelor, Tyrus, a lovely back yard, open and friendly homes
(hopefully the residents mimic the facades) and a nearby gigantic park to
ramble around in. An immediate move is incredibly daunting yet that is exactly what
I dreamed about, wished for, pined after. A scramble to get everything sorted
and put together prior to next Monday’s surgery is insane.
The new and improved
landlord is amenable to meeting me with cash in hand to sign the lease while
the loaded running truck is waiting to be emptied. What a guy!
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