Oct. 9th, 2019 03:48 pm
Falling back
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muckefuckOn a lighter note, we're now in the pretty part of fall. Still not much colour; only the locusts and some maples are beginning to turn. But as compensation a lot of fall and late-summer flowers are still in bloom. The days are cooler, if not always drier, and I've tried to respond by walking more.
I got a good workout yesterday. One of the two sweethearts who saved me from my failed date back in August came to campus yesterday and I gave him a bit of a walking tour. He was trying to "cheer me up", not realising that back in Chicago I'm back into denial and quite happy to resume my routine. But I was able to return the favour by listening patiently to the history of his awful relationship back in Baltimore and indulge his game geekery.
I also had a heartwarming surprise when I got back to my apartment shortly after ten on Sunday night. In addition to caring for my ungrateful cat, my neighbours had cleared out the sink, cleaned off the counters, and completely eliminated my fruit fly infestation, which was the worst I can remember. I almost cried.
I'm hoping it will prove a turning point, encouraging me to keep the kitchen tidy and push out into the rest of the flat. It's so easy to sink into indifference and normalise squalor; I know, I did it before back in the days of the Roach Motel (my first solo apartment after graduation). I don't want to live that way again but it can be tough to find the energy to fight it.
I got a good workout yesterday. One of the two sweethearts who saved me from my failed date back in August came to campus yesterday and I gave him a bit of a walking tour. He was trying to "cheer me up", not realising that back in Chicago I'm back into denial and quite happy to resume my routine. But I was able to return the favour by listening patiently to the history of his awful relationship back in Baltimore and indulge his game geekery.
I also had a heartwarming surprise when I got back to my apartment shortly after ten on Sunday night. In addition to caring for my ungrateful cat, my neighbours had cleared out the sink, cleaned off the counters, and completely eliminated my fruit fly infestation, which was the worst I can remember. I almost cried.
I'm hoping it will prove a turning point, encouraging me to keep the kitchen tidy and push out into the rest of the flat. It's so easy to sink into indifference and normalise squalor; I know, I did it before back in the days of the Roach Motel (my first solo apartment after graduation). I don't want to live that way again but it can be tough to find the energy to fight it.