Sunday May 23, 2004
A veritable bevy of lilacs were in full bloom today. My morning was spent walking down to the harbour and back, enjoying the quietude that early Sunday morning is all about and encountering tree after tree along the way. The humid and overcast conditions held the wonderful aroma in the air very nicely.
If the state of my apartment is a reflection of the state of my head, then this weekend marks the first in a while that things have started to fall (or be placed) into some order. I don't usually have this much trouble getting settled into a new dwelling, but then again, I have had a history of renting houses over cruddy basement apartments and this has been a rather anomalous couple of years.
Anyway, more stuff was carted to storage yesterday in anticipation (wishful thinking some might say) of a possible swarm of repairpersons descending upon my humble hovel. Additionally, distractions in the form of things-not-yet-done but-intending-to-be are being reduced as well. The road to hell and all that.
Today my bedroom furniture and a small part of the kitchen were reorganized. The bedroom to put it back in summer mode: bed on outside wall instead of winter's cramped mode with bed on interior wall. The kitchen effort was in favour of keeping my bike indoors. I had been making do figuring I'd start using the bike rack, until a chat revealed that another tenant had their bike stolen from that very rack just a few days ago. Lucky for me we stumbled onto that in our talk.
I'm feeling better than I have in a while now and I'm willing to credit the fresh air and long walk. I have accepted the fact that tomorrow's wellness cannot be predicted. This condition of mine is a complete crap shoot, so I'll be enjoying the good days and ignoring the less good days from now on.
104: Number of times the bell rang just before mass at one of the churches I walked past this morning.
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