Labor Day

Labor Day. What do those two words conjure in you? I'm thinking grilling out, salads, friends or family, adult beverages. Instead I'm picking up and creating wider paths so that the bank appraiser can come and assess the place and I can get the hell out of here. There isn't supposed to be labor on labor day, that's the whole point.

Friends of mine from NY bought a condo a little way down the street. That makes me sad to leave here though I still am only a couple of miles away. And I think they will visit me. It's just strange. Every single little thing is strange. If I move out of town will I lose touch with everyone? That's preposterous. I don't think my pharmaceuticals are working as well as they once did.

So I'm going shopping, though I shouldn't buy anything. Then I'm visiting friends from CT on the beach and maybe share dinner and blender drinks with them. Okay, my prospects are sounding better.

Four days later...

It's not that I'm losing my interest in writing this blog, it's that there's not much to report when you come home to the same carton-ridden environment and you begin to wonder if you will ever leave this place. This is a sorry-ass place to reside. Last night I had a friend to dinner. I bought groceries; I prepared pasta salad, spare ribs and grilled squash. There was something humanizing about it. It's the antithesis of living like this. I feel homeless. I don't think I have anything left to write about until I move.

After this, who knows? Maybe I'll do a little grocery shopping so that I start making dinner again. And knitting. I'm going to start knitting again. Knitting season is here, I feel it in the air. I can finish those socks I started last December. If I set my mind to it, they'll be done by the end of the week and I can give them away.