Day 12 went pretty much like the rest of the last 11 days the only difference being... no bed bugs there, no bed bugs there, dust the stairway leading downstairs, check the picture frames AGAIN, Strip scald bedding, then the OH CRAP a bug (not looking very healthy mind you) on the frame of the closet. OK well tomorrow (today) I will be going through that closet AGAIN!
What I have failed to tell you all, partly due to being a little shy and partly because it might seem I'm bragging and I don't want to be that way, is just how many clothes, shoes etc are in my closets. I am fairly confident that we could open a nicely stocked resale shop with the beautiful clothing in there. Now, I can't take credit for the beautiful clothing in there as a friend had lost a ton of weight while simultaneously another friend's Mother had to go to a rest home. My friends Mother was also my size so wallah my loving, beautiful friends gifted me no less than 7 (most probably closer to 10) huge boxes of clothing which surprisingly (unless you understand the Law of Attraction) were exactly the style that I purchase for myself. It is quite clear to me that when I had the urge to go shopping (the clothing in my closet had seen a better decade) but told the quiet voice within that I REFUSE to spend money for clothing as large as I need, the Universe had something different in mind. Our two loving friends answered the call, "Sho needs decent clothing". In fact, my partner recently told me that she is going to make a hallway from our bedroom in the half of the duplex we live in to the adjoining bedroom to make us (meaning me) a huge walk in closet complete with writing covey. This thought brought sensations as close to orgasm as one can imagine as she described having a place where I could easily choose what is worn each day and lovingly sit at my desk admiring them all hanging beautifully on their racks. It is subject to debate as to just how much writing will commence with the beautiful distractions hanging elegantly in the room. Opening that closet to debug it sends fear of epic proportions throughout my system. Just saying. Today is the day.
The FANTASTIC news is that we have now had 3 nights of no 4am rapists sleeping with us. At 4am the alarm blares, we jump out of bed with our new ritual of inspecting the sheets. Nothing there, absolutely nothing so it is with weary muscles, resisting every movement that the yard will be mowed today rather than the daily ritual of our bedding being subjected to extreme temperatures.
More later....
6/21/2013
What I have failed to tell you all, partly due to being a little shy and partly because it might seem I'm bragging and I don't want to be that way, is just how many clothes, shoes etc are in my closets. I am fairly confident that we could open a nicely stocked resale shop with the beautiful clothing in there. Now, I can't take credit for the beautiful clothing in there as a friend had lost a ton of weight while simultaneously another friend's Mother had to go to a rest home. My friends Mother was also my size so wallah my loving, beautiful friends gifted me no less than 7 (most probably closer to 10) huge boxes of clothing which surprisingly (unless you understand the Law of Attraction) were exactly the style that I purchase for myself. It is quite clear to me that when I had the urge to go shopping (the clothing in my closet had seen a better decade) but told the quiet voice within that I REFUSE to spend money for clothing as large as I need, the Universe had something different in mind. Our two loving friends answered the call, "Sho needs decent clothing". In fact, my partner recently told me that she is going to make a hallway from our bedroom in the half of the duplex we live in to the adjoining bedroom to make us (meaning me) a huge walk in closet complete with writing covey. This thought brought sensations as close to orgasm as one can imagine as she described having a place where I could easily choose what is worn each day and lovingly sit at my desk admiring them all hanging beautifully on their racks. It is subject to debate as to just how much writing will commence with the beautiful distractions hanging elegantly in the room. Opening that closet to debug it sends fear of epic proportions throughout my system. Just saying. Today is the day.
The FANTASTIC news is that we have now had 3 nights of no 4am rapists sleeping with us. At 4am the alarm blares, we jump out of bed with our new ritual of inspecting the sheets. Nothing there, absolutely nothing so it is with weary muscles, resisting every movement that the yard will be mowed today rather than the daily ritual of our bedding being subjected to extreme temperatures.
More later....
6/21/2013
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