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Oct. 22nd, 2006 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walbournSo this was my first weekend in the house where I really had nothing to do. No major projects to be done on the house. No housewarming party to throw. Had dinner and hung out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loree Friday night followed by meeting up for brunch at Alki Saturday morning, a nice date with jeliza Saturday night (we went to see Fearless), lunch with a former co-worker today, and generally sitting around doing not much.
I got a new disposal installed, which was probably the most productive thing I did all weekend. I also got some area rugs which really help warm up the place, and they seem to meet with Koshka's approval. I probably should've bought a lawn mower and trimmed the lawn, but maybe next week--the issue around here is that you really have to mow the weekends it is dry because mowing in the wet sucks.
Back in Texas many of my old friends were no doubt at the CMA Samhain campout. I really miss those events. I had considered going to Texas for the campout this year, but then I got a house. The local campouts were really good for me this year, and what's the point of flying 2300 miles to have a great time with people who you don't get to see more than once every few years? It would be kind of depressing I think, plus there's always those ghosts lingering around the corner. Besides I'm hoping to get a weekend back in Austin piggybacking on a business trip in November.
Next weekend is the OLOTEAS Samhain ritual, and the following Friday is the TERRA Witches' Ball which I think I'll make the trek down to attend. Fall was always my favorite season, so I think Samhain has always been my favorite pagan event. Halloween itself only has limited appeal, but that's mostly because I don't have kids or someone in my life who's really into it.
I really like the house, but I still find Sunday evenings alone at home hard. Yet another weekend is over, and the silence of living alone weighs on me even after 8 years. Eight goddamn years. I fed my whole life to my grief, and it took it all and more. Years gone never to be seen again. An aging face in the mirror. A quiet house.
At least I'm not really as alone as I feel. For a while there, I really was alone in the wilderness.
loree Friday night followed by meeting up for brunch at Alki Saturday morning, a nice date with jeliza Saturday night (we went to see Fearless), lunch with a former co-worker today, and generally sitting around doing not much.I got a new disposal installed, which was probably the most productive thing I did all weekend. I also got some area rugs which really help warm up the place, and they seem to meet with Koshka's approval. I probably should've bought a lawn mower and trimmed the lawn, but maybe next week--the issue around here is that you really have to mow the weekends it is dry because mowing in the wet sucks.
Back in Texas many of my old friends were no doubt at the CMA Samhain campout. I really miss those events. I had considered going to Texas for the campout this year, but then I got a house. The local campouts were really good for me this year, and what's the point of flying 2300 miles to have a great time with people who you don't get to see more than once every few years? It would be kind of depressing I think, plus there's always those ghosts lingering around the corner. Besides I'm hoping to get a weekend back in Austin piggybacking on a business trip in November.
Next weekend is the OLOTEAS Samhain ritual, and the following Friday is the TERRA Witches' Ball which I think I'll make the trek down to attend. Fall was always my favorite season, so I think Samhain has always been my favorite pagan event. Halloween itself only has limited appeal, but that's mostly because I don't have kids or someone in my life who's really into it.
I really like the house, but I still find Sunday evenings alone at home hard. Yet another weekend is over, and the silence of living alone weighs on me even after 8 years. Eight goddamn years. I fed my whole life to my grief, and it took it all and more. Years gone never to be seen again. An aging face in the mirror. A quiet house.
At least I'm not really as alone as I feel. For a while there, I really was alone in the wilderness.
