Next!

So, everything from our first moving run is unpacked and in a place. I'm ready for the next and final round, though it may be a few days before that gets done. I don't know where I will put the rest! It is mostly tools and paint supplies/arts and crafts... Our hobby stuff. Maybe I will find a dresser or bookshelf which will open some real estate in the room... And I foresee some closet consolidation magic on the horizon. I am sure I can pack a few boxes away for three months and store them in garage.

Anyway, I am pleased with myself. We have a functional/semi decorated room in just three days. Next, I'm tackling the bathroom!

An old Barcelonean roommate of ours once said about a clean home... It's not work; it's a quality of life...


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Settling In...

Our old room was semi-furnished with crappy/ugly things that I was hoping to replace. Now, I am trying to unpack... And I should have been more grateful for what I had. I am scrambling to find some goodies on Craigslist in the free section. Hopefully, I'll get lucky.

I did the math, and this is something like my 25th move ... (and that was on the underestimation of my quick count) ... in my 30 years of life. I'm a bloody pro! Anyway, I don't waste time. I can't. Feeling settled and that comfort of home... that foundation... well, it is a basic human need.

When I met Andrejs, I really understood that feeling of home... in a deeper way than I ever had beforel. So, it is very important to me to keep a good homestead no matter where that might be.

This place is much cozier. It needs a little scrubbing... but I'm good at that! A dresser and a shelf, and I'll have things in order licketty split. Then we whet to plan our next move... in about three months.

Tonight, it's good to be home.


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Sestina: Breaking down reality...

"Don't be such a worrywart,"
he said, sweeping
the dust from my eyes... their neutral
blue-grey scanning the headless
masses from the window. Our shoulders quake
through the curtain breeze of his chamber.

Stiff drinks in chamber
confinement, subdue the worrywart
in me and the quake
in my heart, sweeping
the soul of his headless
form... his sweat-soaked forehead, a pasty neutral.

My mind stays neutral
keeping my soul in its chamber
though it is wishing I were headless
and less of a worrywart
permitting the sweeping
and the destruction of the quake.

Its destructive quake
is in some sense neutral,
sweeping
away the chamber
of the worrywart,
leaving us heartfull and headless.

The headless
soul quake
wakes the worrywart
in you and I and all who are not neutral
except by nature. Drowning chamber
realities with decoration and sweeping.

I am sweeping
the dust from his headless
brow, in the confines of the chamber
never and always trembling beneath the quake
of two souls with gears stuck out of neutral
and minds screaming the voice of worrywart.

"We should try sweeping," the dust from the soul quake
leaving us headless and neutral;
the quake crumbling its chamber and the mind of the worrywart.


Denielle S. Rose - October 12, 2006

Whispers...

A breeze
brushed twinkles
in my ears.

Space shines
a matching
physical and mental
emptiness.

Detaching attachments,
grasping a whole
but riding the center.
There is little feeling here...

... just a sparkling, whirling breeze.


Denielle S. Rose - October 20, 2006

Mute

When
I
can't
write
about
the
deep
...silence.

Denielle S. Rose - October 25, 2006