Working full time again is like living on another planet, in another world. I come home, I have dinner, I waste time watching TV and then I have to get to bed so I can start all over again the next day. So many things I want to do and don't get done. This blog and the other one and my own site. I used to keep all those balls in the air, juggled around. It's bugging me.

Tonight I came home late, the bus was running late, but I managed to finally get someone at Bell and straighten out the account for the digital TV. So, after two months, I finally have the Space science fiction channel. I thought they would have a bigger selection of the old shows like the Canadian Starlost which has always bugged me cause I never saw how they ended that, if they did. Also the new and old Doctor Who series from the UK. Others I'm sure I will think of later. Maybe they already had a run and were retired from the regular line up as people got tired of them. But, I'm new and I want to see the old tired stuff. It's fun to watch the outdated science fiction as much as I enjoy seeing the new.

At least I can waste my time watching worlds end and aliens taking over and all the other odd and interesting things going on in science fiction these days.

We moved. It feels like I’m one of a few survivors of an earthquake or some other mass destruction. The house is packed with boxes, furniture stacked against walls out of the way for the painter who might come this week. Clothes are in garbage bags in the closet rather than sort them out into drawers or hang them up. (Hardwood floors were just put in yet we still have that painter guy hanging over our heads so we can’t really move in).

No wonder there are people making a living as organizers. We have so much stuff. Stuff is just the right anonymous word for it all too. I have thrown out and donated and recycled a lot yet it still surrounds me like a nagging flock of seagulls in some Alfred Hitchcock movie. I hope it will all be done, well no, that’s not realistic. I hope we can live in this new house in this new town soon. I’d like to at least walk through the house and not feel I’m in a maze, bumping into untamed furniture.

I will try to get back posting here for the end of this month. Everything is out of whack and really behind now. I was sad to see that my personal blog went from the A List to the B List. I’m not so famous as I thought I was in my own mind.

I'm moving sooner than I thought. Likely next week sometime I be out of this little basement place. Can't move to the house in Barrie yet so I will be half living somewhere else until the end of July. Kind of complicated, messy and chaotic. How else would things be.

Today I have been procrastinating on beginning to pack things up. I think I will get a real start on it soon. I have been looking at some moving services. Might be able to hire one for $200 - $300 which would be not too bad. Better than trying to move it all ourselves again. It really was a lot of work moving down here. Then all the stuff that was stolen, broken or thrown away by my brother. At least there is less and less to move all the time. Some day I will just entirely disappear.

I spent today cleaning up things. It began with the kitchen, dishes cause I also had to make my own breakfast and coffee this morning. After that I swept and then washed the floors. I forgot however to include the bedroom and bathroom in the washing part. But, I need to get a second scrub on it tomorrow so, no big deal.

I put away things, papers and the odd book. I stacked and packed things so there is some small hope I could make my life small enough to go unnoticed. Sometimes that actually is a challenge. I tend to be a paper packrat. I keep clippings and whole magazines even. I keep books too. It's so damned hard to let go of a good book. I think actually, though don't tell them, it would be easier to let go of a fairly good man than a really good book. If the man was really good he'd supply a me with a bookstore to just take what I wanted. Or, a credit card I never actually had to pay. Oh, those dreams about winning the lottery! sigh

Anyway, stepping back to some form of reality... I washed dishes again in the afternoon cause no one came by to offer to make me coffee and clean the cup after. Why don't people just come over and offer to wash your dishes for you? Wouldn't that be a nice friendly thing. If you have new neighbours try that one out on them. Bet they'd be surprised. I wonder if they'd think you were really great or just really scary. The world is so weird these days.

I moved my area rugs around. A different pattern for the runway since I only have one hall, the apartment is pretty much a hallway the size of a walk-in closet. I like it though. It makes you feel you could just sit in a chair with quiet (non-screechy) wheels and get to everything with just a swoosh of your chair. I could shoot myself from one end of the apartment to the other if I rigged up some kind of elastic slingshot effect. That would be kind of fun and interesting. Of course, aim would be important. Hitting the walls would not be very nice, I'm not a pinball. I doubt the landlord would go for the idea of me coating the walls with rubber to bounce off of. Spoilsport.

So, after washing floors and dishes and things the only thing left to polish off the day was a round of clothes washing. So I did. It was a day of much soap and watery things. The last load is done and it's just sitting there nagging at me to hang it all up before I am allowed to creep in under that pile of clean clothes to my snuggly bed. Clothes piles are mean and nasty things.

But I was thinking... how lovely it would be to have a male slave. Not for screwy, silly stuff like sex. Geez... who are we kidding, women can do that better without a man getting in the way. A man slave would start his day making your breakfast and coffee and then cleaning it all up. All you would have to do is smell it and eat it. By the time you arise it's all clean and put away. You'd never know the kitchen was even used that morning.

Then man slave would be allowed to shower and whatever, leaving the sparkling clean bathroom for me whenever I finally decide to get up.

Yes, you knew it was a fantasy as soon as I wrote about a man who leaves a bathroom sparkling clean. It may sparkle, but it's not clean.

So that was my kind of day. Cleaning up, coffee drinking and fluffing off with the computer. I did listen to a few CD's this morning while the male slave was being delivered. Yeah, yeah... a grrl can daydream. A grrl does daydream, I talked to the imaginary male slave while I worked today. But, that's ok, no one heard but me.

I am away in Newmarket. Lots sort of going on out here. My Mom bought a house in Barrie on Friday/ Saturday. I have only seen it from the street so far. Kind of having a bad/ interesting day today. Soon we are leaving to talk to the siblings (mine), have spaghetti dinner and play canasta. More going on than I want to talk about even inside my own head. Family can really kill you, suck you dry and make you feel it's all your fault. I'm not on the sunny side of optimism right now. You couldn't guess though, right? :)

I think I will be back on my own computer at some point over the weekend. I have some of my tax refunds back and am already looking at the computer bundles for sale. I really want a bundle as I am looking forward to a new thin monitor rather than the big clunker hoarding my desk space now. August is the best time to get a deal but I don't know if I can hold out that long. Silly not to and yet, when you really are looking forward to something this much, it's hard to wait.

Leigh has tagged me as a thinking blogger. Thanks Leigh. I will pull together a list of five blogs too. Blogs that make you come back to see if what they wrote the first time was who they really are. I know which blogs make me laugh but they aren't the same as those which make me think. Though smart humour is the best of all kinds. Sometimes it's great to find a site that stirs around the much just lurking in your brain. I really like a blog that gives me ideas.

So that is how things are going, pretty much sideways. It is possible I will be moving as soon as June. Not a lot of time left for Toronto. I'd stay if I could find something that would pay rent, groceries and bus fare with a bit left over for spending on non-essentials to prevent cabin fever and insanity in general. Sometimes retail therapy is needed even though I scoff at being a shopping grrl. I shop for new bed linens, books and other good things. I need more of those things about as much as I need a huge zit on the end of my nose. (I just got rid of one).