We had our first home cooked meal this morning, which consisted of buttery scrambled eggs without salt, oranges, cheese, and juice. The salt is M.I.A., and Aaron was too shy to ask the neighbors for any, but everything tasted fine.
I am awed and at the same time not surprised at all the stuff we have. Unpacking is such a hassle, but my husband and I are committed to dejunking this go round. The apartment is so beautiful, and I don’t want it to be cluttered. In fact, we can’t let it get cluttered because there is not much storage space. We actually got rid of a lot of stuff already, but we have more to go. The couch got thrown out, which is fine by me because suede and my kids just don’t mix well, and I hope to get some nice comfortable chairs, used. The main focus has been getting the house back in order.
I haven’t had time to do anything regarding my writing, partly because I have lost my morning time and my office. We also had to leave the desk becuase my husband threw his back out, so I am now typing with my daughter perched on my lap. I will have an office in the future, just not this year, unless we haul ass and unpack like fiends.
Even though I am not writing now, I have been enjoying new experiences in this place. Last night, in the basement, musicians came to practice Mexican music. Some of it was pretty good, and Simona had a marvelous time dancing. My son was agonizing that he would not fall asleep, but he was fine.
I haven’t even had time to think about the novel, but I have been talking up my collection of short stories and have a few buyers. That is all I have for today because I need to find my clothes for a Union Holiday Party that I am organizing. Despite our best labeling efforts, I am having hard time finding anything. Ugh.
Here is to surprises and letting go of shit you don’t need.