so in the meantime sandy returns tomorrow and I have not yet done my dishes or taken the recycling out or removed anything of mine from the livingroom but I have all day tomorrow.
since she left on tuesday I think I've only spoken to clerks at stores and then the pizza guy yesterday. this happens when you leave me alone. I am only just now starting to feel a little like my universe is coming unhinged from the real universe and I am thinking I should go to the zen center tomorrow to see someone besides the cats although I never actually talk to anyone there so that wouldn't be the point. I've gotten to where I can sit here at home for 40 minutes without my legs failing me but my elaborate cushion setup cannot be duplicated in the zendo with the cushions on hand there. I've ordered some different batting for my fancy cushion because it works well with a fairly thin pillow on top of it so I think it just needed a little softening but until I can get the soft inside the cushion I have to have extra cushions under my legs because the pillow lifts me up in the air slightly and I can't take my cushion and the three pillows with me. especially since two of them are loud orange and green Lion King pillows that C bought some time ago from some pillow vendor on Mission Street. loud is the one thing you cannot be at the zen center.
well she will be home tomorrow night so I could probably go all day tomorrow without talking to anyone but myself and the cats. there isn't really anyone in the city that I can call up and say hey how about a beer tonight because in san francisco you have to Make Plans. people are always booked up weeks in advance either with other friend dates or with yoga or therapy or even studying and no one deviates from schedule at a moment's notice. it's not like seattle where with a few well-placed cellphone calls you can organize a twenty-person pub crawl beginning fifteen minutes from now.
but I should go to bed anyway so maybe it's just as well.
since she left on tuesday I think I've only spoken to clerks at stores and then the pizza guy yesterday. this happens when you leave me alone. I am only just now starting to feel a little like my universe is coming unhinged from the real universe and I am thinking I should go to the zen center tomorrow to see someone besides the cats although I never actually talk to anyone there so that wouldn't be the point. I've gotten to where I can sit here at home for 40 minutes without my legs failing me but my elaborate cushion setup cannot be duplicated in the zendo with the cushions on hand there. I've ordered some different batting for my fancy cushion because it works well with a fairly thin pillow on top of it so I think it just needed a little softening but until I can get the soft inside the cushion I have to have extra cushions under my legs because the pillow lifts me up in the air slightly and I can't take my cushion and the three pillows with me. especially since two of them are loud orange and green Lion King pillows that C bought some time ago from some pillow vendor on Mission Street. loud is the one thing you cannot be at the zen center.
well she will be home tomorrow night so I could probably go all day tomorrow without talking to anyone but myself and the cats. there isn't really anyone in the city that I can call up and say hey how about a beer tonight because in san francisco you have to Make Plans. people are always booked up weeks in advance either with other friend dates or with yoga or therapy or even studying and no one deviates from schedule at a moment's notice. it's not like seattle where with a few well-placed cellphone calls you can organize a twenty-person pub crawl beginning fifteen minutes from now.
but I should go to bed anyway so maybe it's just as well.
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I can't comprehend living that way. It cuts out so many possibilities and surprises and meeting people you don't already know. But of course I've also heard that it's hard to develop friendships in SF and everyone runs around trying to make money to pay their inflated rents. Personally I like a lot of downtime and a lack of a tight schedule. I'd pick up owl pellets or have a beer or take a walk with you any time - if we lived in the same city.
move to mpls...I am hypnotizing you...move to mpls and buy a house with me...
alas.
my credit has collapsed in the last couple of months so I don't know that I would be much help buying a house. but if you and
I'm not sure I like snow enough for mpls.
I'm not really into seattle anymore. It's now way out of my price range too. And too much of what I liked about it was torn down in the mid-90's and you can't even see the mountain ranges anymore because of the smog..that always makes me sad. But I don't mind it in small doses though. I always have to make pit stops at ingersoll, pike place mkt, the wet spot, left bank books, and the globe cafe.
thing is I really want to stay on the west coast. it is very important to me to be near the sea and some mountains, and there isn't much of either in minnesota, is there?
what about forests? are there nice forests?
I do miss the mountains and the ocean and the stinky salty sea smell in the early morning.
I don't know if I'm staying here either. Really though...I do want to get a house some point with some decent folks...I hate pissing away money on rentals. The *only* way I'd probably be able to buy a house on the west coast would be if I shared the cost with a couple of folks. That's still do-able. I think I'm slightly obsessed with the possibility of owning a home at some point.
Once this part of the process is done, things should be a bit freer.
Hopefully, since we live in the same neighborhood too -