May 2025 and I'm still writing in this goddamn blog.

Well lordy-loo.

It's been a minute. 

The good news: taxes were a fuck of a time, but I have accomplished them. received my five cents. Avoided prison. Thank you, government. *salutes* And as long as I don't move out of state again, this year should be way easier! I would like to say this is just a silly joke to make, but really: when have I not randomly picked up and moved? Fingers crossed!

I still work at the ol' law firm / loving it / kicking much ass / taking many names / my boss is bomb and my co-workers are bad the bone. I've still been dealing with some turmoil involving family, but at least I have been able to connect with the chosen fam and either bitch about it or remember nothing has to be that big. Or both. 

Came out of April ready to jump off a damn cliff (not really, but you get it) and came into May grounded, grateful, powerful and magnanimous. (April death wishes bring May hugs and kisses, amiright, fellas?)

In a bit of a waiting period with a few things, but it - for once - doesn't feel like being in limbo. It's just waiting. And knowing I can't do anything until the decision is made or maybe someone else pulls a trigger. And completely enjoying the in-between time where I finally don't have to be bloody active. I'll get the "call". Until then: going about my own day and enjoying myself. 

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I didn't get to have my silly little birthday this year. And not in a "it's 2020 and nobody's having their birthday, girl, get over yourself". More in a "man, I don't ask for much and things have been nuts and the one thing I was hanging onto pretty tightly was this stupid excuse to do something really nice / the one of two holidays (I know that's not technically one, but what tf is it?) that I actually care about and look forward to has been snatched from me and not because of something I did / some bad decision I've made"... kind of way. 

But I'm also not a toddler, so I guess I should get over it. I will. Not yet. 
Not pissed / just thrown and bummed (sounds like a fine Saturday night to me, HONEY. ifykyk).

In being thrown, however, I've been jolted into reality. Like when you've been driving on the highway at night for too long and "time travel" / get brought back to the driver's seat by some song or some lights or some car or some animal. And honestly: it's fierce. 

I'm even more awake than usual - and just in time to enjoy not dealing with the mess of shit I was dealing with in December! Hellyeah. Let's hear it for timing. 

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I've got an impending dinner with my sis from another miss and it can 
not
happen
soon enough. 

We were supposed to see each other in April! Nearly a month ago, now, and I'm DYING. It's such a damn privilege having friends like this in one's life. One's nearby. One's in NY. And one will be having dinner with me - God willing - tomorrow. 

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I'm running again! It's real slow-goin', but we're gettin' there. I forgot how good it feels to run out whatever dumb frustrations and have a clearer head (and some endorphins for your troubles).

Maybe I'll go for a run today <3 

December?? Brain Dump

I refreshed our home in autumn and... haven't cleaned a single thing since!

DAMN this bit of the year has seemed devilishly unruly - I assure you in the least sexy of ways. Appointments for me, for my mother, for work. Researching/learning about new stuff for work, for property taxes, for health care. Following up and emergency landing certain things that were well-clear-enough to begin with but some people just like to be annoying/difficult... at work, on behalf of my mother... Trying like hell to connect with N & E in between also trying to not get sick / hydrate well / sleep well / eat well / don't drink / don't smoke... as much.../ keep up with yoga but also skipping yoga class when I'm feeling overwhelmed and like: if my body has to enter and exit one more bloody establishment, it will surely wither away and perish before thine very eyes.

Everything feels very good and lucky, but far more adult than I was ready for. 

It was nice to have a proper family gathering with N's fam for Thanksgiving and it'll be just as nice to go back and visit for Xmas. I have actually quite gotten into the spirit of Xmas this year via decorations from the Dollar Tree & Dollar General. Cheap and lovely. Just like me. There may be no logical place to house the twinkle lights, but dammit I had fun. And it does add a certain coziness. Best of all: there isn't much to it, so I'm hoping it won't be a behemoth of an undertaking to put it all away before next year. (And if some gets ruined throughout the interim: everything was a dollar. The activity of decorating was more than worth the price, already.)

Small victories: 

    *    I have started planning out my meals well (again) and packing a lunch box for myself for work! It's already saved me money I surely would've spent at Forage last week. Let's see how long I can keep it going!

    *    I have started drinking coconut water (thank you, N, in all your wisdom & glory) and have found a relatively affordable hydration powder with no fake sugars to plop into one of my glasses of water for the season! And thank goodness - all the forced heat, environmental change and seasonal dehydration was rearing its ugly head, for sure. 

    *    I may be skipping free yoga class next door for the moment, but there's always the option to pop back in when the weather warms and I'm feeling more up to being social after work. And for now? I've at least been keeping up with my chiro-prescribed stretches as home / in the office. 

    *    Face / skincare regime: on point! Teeth: brushed twice, flossed once to twice and mouthwashed twice a day on average!

Random ongoings:

    *    Have to follow up on the Dental / Vision insurance I applied for (I'M GROWING UP)

    *    " " that random credit Progressive owes me in check-form

    *    " " that possible property tax exemption my mother may be owed

...I think that's about it.
Looking forward to family stuff on Xmas w/ N,

to NYE (because I always am),

to my annual 13-card-tarot-pull,

to having proper coverage and getting established in the tooth & eye care department.

Ready to say farewell to this year and ring in a new one.  ...although taxes are gonna be messy af. 

Cleaning: Accomplished.

Yes, another one about cleaning. 

I finally finished the kitchen (vacuumed earlier this morning, so as to not piss anyone off at 8pm). All I've got now is the appliances (fridge / oven). And now? I can simply go home after work today and rearrange! What is it with women and the need to rearrange furniture? Is it men, too? So far in my life it has largely been women, is all I mean. It does make the place visually exciting in a new way / appealing. And it scratches that itch of solving a puzzle / spatial reasoning. Perhaps it is the possibility of finding a better way to arrange things. By and large, the women in my life have been anything but stagnant. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Other than that: I've still got to clean Jasper out before his big trip to VT! Everything in my life is going to be clean and smell amazing (...hopefully including me). After the Big Clean, the next thing to focus on, I think, is health / vitamins / the right food combos / staying as un-sick as humanly possible as the weather changes. It's looking like earlier nights, warm layers and swapping beer for tea or soup broth, in the evening. 

I wish I was better at making soup / I liked the soup I made more. I'm great at tomato bases / veggie roast blends, etc, but when it comes to a clear veggie-broth base? Its never comes out that satisfying. Sigh. Maybe some day.

If it weren't for the sodium content, I would simply chug v8 throughout the cold season. ...And the warm season, come to think of it. That stuff is delicious! But, alas: I must not turn my liquidy insides to solids. The real shame is how much time it would save me.

At any rate, this was just a quick one to celebrate. 

And when I get home? It's time to spray delicious smellies, play delicious tunes and dance around like a monkey while I create an altered, organized space for N and myself!

Autumn Cleaning

 Wow, last post was anything but linear - let's try it again with feeling this time!

I did get around to deep cleaning / reseting this past weekend. A trip to the Dollar Tree & TJMaxx was all it took! (Well, actually, first it was a trip to Target so that I could expose my brain to the reality of what things typically cost in a department store. That way I wouldn't pass up on a good deal when it came time to hit up TJMaxx.) Got some cheap cleaning supplies, Frankenstein'd some tools together and voila! The living room, bedroom & bathroom are fin. I even created some N-approved scent spray with essential oil blends to keep it fresh throughout the season. <3

I've:
-    dry-dusted the ceiling / walls / moldings / baseboard heaters (whatever these are called??)
-    made an anti-spider, anti-mold, anti-dust solution and hit the walls / moldings / heaters with that
-    vacuumed the curtains / sprayed them down with homemade smellies
-    cleaned the mirrors & windows / vacuumed / solution'd or pledged the sills 
-    dusted / pledged any wood end tables / wardrobes
-    cleaned & polished the brass / silver handles with either lemon & baking soda (for anti-tarnish) or candle wax (for anti-smudge / water stains).
-    scrubbed sink, shower & toilet
-    dry dusted precious books
-    vacuumed the floors (after placing essential-oil-soaked cotton balls in the vacuum so the scent would permeate throughout the newly cleaned room <3 

All I've got left is the kitchen - but it's the biggest room! So I've got to steel myself and gird my loins before heading back into refresh-land. I'm glad I got the perimeter rooms accomplished, though - those are the ones N usually hangs out in, so now I don't feel as though I must rush through this last one. (He has no business in the kitchen - that's my room!)

I would love to reconfigure my closet / office corner in the upcoming room. I've got a couple ideas I can execute now and another I can save up for (it's going to necessitate a big shelving purchase - pray for me). But first, I must clean! Organizing is typically the more enjoyable side of refreshing for me, so I figure I'm probably going to get to that sooner than later. But cleaning - especially deep cleaning - is not always something I am in the mood for. (If you don't eat yer [tofu], you can't have any [Mexican chocolate cookies].)

I think, with this space being shared, it will likely be a bit-by-bit situation as opposed to an all-at-once affair. Which means it'll take longer and bring me nerdy joy for longer! Hooray! And then maybe by the time I'm all done it'll be winter and I won't be on the brink of demise (via seasonal depression) because I will be too pleased with my new arrangement.

As it is: I know last year was my best winter yet, so I am hoping that this one is just as good. If not better, because I will have N to annoy all season long. 

The Ramblings of a Tired Cat.

 I am trying to get excited for fall. On purpose. For once.

(Autumn lovers: this is not an invitation for you to spew your dead-leaf-propaganda at me. It's SO COZY. Omg SPOOKY SEASON. I know. I get itttt.)

I have unfortunately fallen off the reading train and figure hitting my goal for this year is pretty unlikely. Oh, well. The world does not stop spinning. 

In the meantime: I have been wanting to write and paint and create all bloody month but can't seem to get my energy patterns to align properly with my inspiration. Perhaps I will start with a tertiary: with a quick, silly little painting or two. And then move my way up to writing. I'll get there! And hopefully by the first week of January, my muscle memory will kick in and remind the rest of me that I used to take the 1st week off every year for a proper writing stay-cation. 

I am working part-time these days, so I'm unsure if I'll use any of my vacation time, but we'll see. Perhaps I will. Simply out of love for only my own created-traditions (most other traditions are poo!). Because I do occasionally love being a silly little creature. For no reason? Perfect.

At any rate: I've got my books, my notebooks / laptop / journal, my paints and paper, my earl grey tea and blankets... now I just need a really cozy autumnal scent to douse myself in from time to time and maybe create a playlist while I'm at it. 

Honestly, all I typically need is a day where I am free and have the energy to give a good, thorough cleaning to my living space. Whether it is my room, my nook or the whole apartment: I always feel better about going into a new season once everything has been refreshed. I believe it is time for a TJMaxx-or-Target run. Mainly to pick up a cozy, clean scent or two, and if I happen to find cool cleaning / organizational supplies on the cheap while I'm there? ...Worse things have happened.  

I wonder: to get excited for fall, is it better to eat seasonal foods? Or keep eating summer-y foods / produce to ease in and remind oneself that it isn't cold all year round? Hm. 

*cut to me: overalls: layers of dried paint all over my body and through my hair. I am creating a mural on the walls of my shared apartment: a childlike scene of a sunny backyard, complete with giant sun, about 6 times the size of the little house on the grass. I did not consult with N. I have lost it.*

It's always summer in here...

Anyway. I should probably either take a nap or rip into some redbull so I can actually accomplish something. Cheers!

Finally Home

 Goodness. It would appear I have not blogged since moving. 

What must my public think??

Hello, old friend. 

I have gone through a kind of metamorphosis. I am in what I am calling: Phase 2.0. Long gone are the days (nights, rather) of me walking from the law firm to the bar to order a Negroni, unpack my backpack and retire at "my spot" in the corner. Today (actually: night, still) I am sitting in my / our apartment / the apartment he signed the lease for before he even reconnected with me and before we had any idea we would ever actually be together (this is so wild, this thought. For another time). He sleeps in our bedroom, in our bed. A favorite, easy song by Tash Saltana strums quietly from my charging phone. A teacup - mass-produced, but beautiful - happily emptied (still warm) of its Earl Grey contents. (Black. A sensible amount of white sugar. Two pours, one brew and one teabag - the first cup stronger and hotter than the second.) I feel warmth from the tea. From the blanket and stuffed animal by my side. From the peace that only true safety can bring. I am wearing whatever I want, leaving my phone and purse at my seat when I get up to use the restroom and most assuredly not looking over my shoulder. My beverages have been paid for before I even sit down and possibly most convenient of all: when I am tired (or simply done): I will walk from my seat to my bed and sleep. The walk will be warm. No one will bother me or even see me. I will be home. 

I forget if I have covered this already, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't have some concern over re-adopting old habits I no longer cared for / had (at one point) successfully grew out of. Coming back into town, I mean. Habits that I would categorize as "not cute" as a 35-year-old. But! So far so good. I have organically reconnected with some people that influence me in only the best of ways. Some from work, who show me stability and reality (and the importance of making a big deal out of Casual Friday). Some from downtown who show me how to enrich my days simply / effectively and how to look out for my community. And some from my family that show me how dynamic and beautiful people can be and how to slow down. (Not to mention I have never drank so little! It's healthier, better for my brain and it's saving me money, which I naturally adore.) 

I miss my babies in Rochester who gave me my childhood / teenhood / twentyhood experience that I certainly am better off knowing / experiencing. They made that city feel like my neighborhood; like any one of their homes was just a quick walk around the block. Just a bike ride away (and I don't even know how to ride a bike!). They taught me how to be young and adventure and take advantage of what you have. I am forever grateful for all of this.

I remember writing something in my last blog that pondered on whether or not I would miss my Rochester apartment building. Survey says: yes and no. I only miss the building because it led to my pocket of the world. The place where I would calmly and quietly read or write. The place filled with art and scents and items that I found to be lush and beautiful. The only place that was inherently "me". It is less of the actual items / products / physical building and such that I miss / more of the intention and feeling of it all. And even then: do I miss it? Or am I simply looking back on it fondly? Am I simply grateful / glad that I had it? I don't long for it. And certainly want nothing to do with it if it meant giving up anything I have now. What I have now is gold. Better. (What's better than gold? Ah, yes: this.)

I think: I miss my peeps. I loved my place. It was great. I am happy to be home. Scheduling chiro appointments, coffee dates and looking up things like "how many cups of tea is too much?"

SPEAKING of scheduling things: it hasn't all been exciting doctor's appointments. Already this year (since coming back) N/he has taken me to the local opera house to experience my FIRST OPERA (Aida! It was incredible). We also went to see Tom Segura (a slightly different experience from the opera, but still exciting) and we joined our gorgeous friend for a romp at a fantastic rented cabin (nothing spooky happened, which I am simultaneously grateful for and bummed about / would've made great writing material). We've been to countless beautiful restaurants on the water / in adorable towns (thank God he's good at finding them, because I gotta tell ya...). And to cap it all off: we are going to see Eddie Izzard in October!! UNREAL. I have learned his stand up, scoured pawn shops and record stores (and eventually: the internet) for his material. I have impersonated and quoted him relentlessly (sorry, Ma). I quoted him on this blog! I am sure of it. I can't believe it. The best part? N is going which means: we get another adventure / travel together. ^.^

Got my best friend, E, to travel with to our sweet baby's wedding, soon, too! (I am so happy for baby H. I want to buy her everything. Multiples of everything. At least six woks.) E and I are also going to Southern Maine in October to see Bob the Drag Queen - one of our absolute favorites! (Should I wear the jacket that I customized with one of her quotes? Would it be too on-the-nose?) Feels like we just got back from seeing Bianca Del Rio, for Pete's sake. I am certainly getting SPOILED this year. And loving it!

I have done it. I have reached a point where nothing is missing. It's incredible. It's everything you think it would be and more. It's a bunch of the best feelings you have ever had all at once. (You know what happened to the boy who got everything he wanted, don't you??) The thing no one tells you about is: once you are gifted with the best life ever imaginable / you get everything you have ever wanted / longed for is, you enjoy every damn lick of it while simultaneously experiencing a low hum of dread and quiet anxiety, thinking something akin to: 'this is not my beautiful wife'.

Don't get it twisted, sister: this is a small peril I will gladly live with / through to keep what I have, now. And I desperately hope the retired alley cat in me will keep me on the straight and narrow. Popping in every once in a while to remind me what life used to be like and to not take any of this for granted. 

4 Days: Unreal.

I am currently awaiting my second apartment showing to occur (this will be the last one before I leave, I think). The first showing (a day ago) came and left fairly quickly, so I am hoping this one will be similar. 

Upon re-entering my building, after a cigarette, I looked around. At the walls (not white, but not cream), at the mailboxes (more tinged, antique bronze than gold) and the carpet (levels above only the atrocious hallway carpeting of my Biddeford apartment). I wondered if I would miss it. I wondered if I had taken enough pictures and videos. Even then: if I had kept enough of them (I have a tendency to mass-delete in a kind of Spring Cleanup fashion every now and again). 

Thanks to Instagram (said no one, or at least not earnestly), I have documented my past well enough, so far. Starting with my first adult move to North Conway, New Hampshire. Pictures of my different friends, cars, pets, hair/makeup/fashion, jobs and apartments. Posted to the internet and shared to the world. Surviving even the worst / earliest / hastiest phone switch-overs. And then there are those pictures that will never see the light of social media: the ones that are none too spicy and, in fact, quite dull. Dull and not enough of anything to anyone else, but still enough representative of something / everything of that certain time for me. Of that event, of that night, that friend, that conversation, that laughing fit, that feeling. If I'm being honest, lately I've been torn between keeping them neatly organized within the recesses of my gallery files and printing them all out for my first, proper photo album. The thing with data is that it can be corrupted / deleted when you least expect it. The thing about material stuff is that you now have one more "thing" to keep track of / to keep safe / to treasure / to clean around and store / to grab before you run out of the burning building. I guess I haven't made my decision yet. And by my own rules: if I haven't made my decision of yes or no, it must mean I don't want it badly enough. 

I recall my mother's photo albums, painstakingly taken, developed, labeled, organized and kept. But without children, will there ever be a reason to have them? To liberate them from their shelf, blow the dust off and look through? I guess maybe not. Unless it's one of those older people things where, upon retiring, I will desperately wish I would have kept better log of my own life. I do try to, as previously blogged. As I am the only one who has stuck by my side enough to actually know anything about it. But maybe I'm just putting too much weight on the matter entirely. After all, I have yet to come across a picture of me where I go "Oh my God - that's right! I completely forgot about that!" (You think you have a shit memory until you really think about it.)

Plus, as much as I appreciate my past and all of the people in it: there is something to be said, I think, about letting go / not romanticizing / appreciating the present. Where is the line drawn? The line between keeping photos of current friends and loved ones hanging about your walls and stashing piles of water-damaged evidence holed away in your garage (should you be lucky enough to have one)? I guess I don't know. I guess it feels like one more of those things I just haven't grasped / just don't know how to do since I was born a bit too late. 

I do love seeing pictures of my best friend and I, though :) Couldn't imagine getting rid of those. Perhaps that's where I'll start, at least: printing off a couple of pictures from my best friend trove. If I'm being perfectly honest, I think he's the closest family I've got. 

Back to the time limit: 4 Days. 

I'm working for the majority of those days, leaving only one weekend day free. I would like to use that day to empty out the apartment as much as possible, I think. Maybe going out for a sensible evening if the weather's nice. I've really always hated the idea of a Farewell Party for me. I'm always moving / always doing something. It's never really been special to me in that way. The biggest reason I hate them is because: anyone who has moved can tell you the perils of it. The running around and appointment making and heavy lifting and transporting and connecting / orchestrating and weird sleeping arrangements on half-deflated air mattresses / floor mattresses / friend's couches / strange motels... The last fucking thing I want is another appointment / place I have to physically be / time constraint etc.

To quote myself, talking with my mother: "I'm not grumpy or rude, I just know what I want."

Speaking of which: she has suggested that such farewell parties are not for the person going away, but for the ones staying. Which, incidentally, is exactly how she describes funerals. Let it be known: Once I'm dead, my dearest loved ones can invite me to any party they see fit. I give my word: I shall not protest. (Perhaps this would be the opportune time to finally take me out to those hiking / camping trips I keep telling you I'm not interested in.)

I have had my birthday and it was the best one yet. Filled with only a few people that I was truly hoping to spend time with, full of love and ease. Lazy and luxurious. That can be my Farewell Party. 

What I am not opposed to is - once I'm re-settled back home - a kind of Welcome Back Party. And by Welcome Back Party, I mean: spending what time I can with the three people I've religiously kept in touch with throughout the three years of my absence. (I will be living with the fourth and will hopefully be able to spend time with him at some point before this.) It won't have to be all at once, it won't have to be in one specific place / at a specific time / with a specific dress code... I'm thinking:

Porch night and craft brew / CBD with one
Thai food and cackles with the second
Cigarettes and coffee with the third. 

And I always want these. These 3 events are exactly the reasons I kept coming back to visit. Why I asked for time off every March (as well as whenever else I possibly could). Why I carefully timed actions and packed bags and drove eight hours to and fro. (One of the eight through Massachusetts, if you can imagine!) 

The showing people have come and gone and now I am left with only the music playlist I started for background noise for them. (Why do I do this? Hosting must truly be in my blood. Even when - assuredly - no one cares.) "Nighttiming" by Coconut Records just came on - one of my favorites. As Jason Schwartzman sings on and shadow leaves dance and glimmer on my sills and surfaces, my mind wanders in peace. I picture the long drive back home. The feeling of welcomed finalization; that this will be the last drive of this nature. No more strange moves and solo missions. That I will have graduated from alley cat. That I will finally be home. For good. 

4 Days.