Sometimes plans change -- and that's OK.
I didn't get moved into the new place today because there's work left. That's actually good news. In addition to new carpeting, linoleum, my landlords added new cabinets and a new kitchen sink. So when folks ask what's new, I can say "everything including the kitchen sink" and be literally correct.
I tracked down mail that I've missed in the past month and there's a lot from a guy named bill. Some lower case cool going on there. Like e.e. cummings.
And when you receive all your mail for a month, you see trends. I receive The New Yorker, The New York Times and the New York Review of Books. Pattern. I receive Food & Wine and Bon Appetite magazines, only two because Gourmet shut down in 2009. Finally, Wine Spectator, Wine & Spirits, the Whiskey Advocate, Vodka Advocate, Brandy Advocate, Bar Rail Advocate, Let Me Tell You Something Else Advocate and, finally, the Vomit Advocate. (Don't use the scratch and sniff in that magazine, let me advise.)
So I'll move next week and I can't wait.
I love my Steakhouse Lodge family but I was trying to determine this week why I feel so bad. Morning meditation -- now done on the edge of my bed because my knees are shot -- often brings clarity. I realized staying in a hotel room by oneself for an extended period of time makes me feel lonely. I never feel alone otherwise. Alone does not equal lonely. I enjoy my time alone. My two favorite past times are reading and writing and those are alone activities. But I'm home alone with my stuff.
That's not lonely to me.
The end is nigh for hotel living over long periods of time. After this most recent stay, I'll resolve to stay in temporary housing only temporarily.
I'm thankful for so many good things in my life while the world is aflame.
Peace unto those in the Ukraine and peace and serenity unto all of you my brothers and sisters.