I must say that a sunrise has a different flavor than a sunset. This morning it looked as though some impressionist painter had dabbled a million different shades of blue all over the sky. Yesterday, the sky was an angry red, shot with streaks of gold. It looked like the eastern air was on fire. I must begrudgingly admit that it was stunning.
Of course, I have been a complete grouch, despite the natural beauty of things. It *isn't* natural for me to be out and about at that hour. I don't think my sense of humor functions before 8 in the morning. I about took Boyfriend's head off this morning because he poked fun at my driving. It just wasn't a good time.
Today I'm completely at the mercy of the world. Rather than burn another entire day behind the wheel of my van, I had Boyfriend drop me off at work at 7 a.m. and take the van for the day. I plan to work through lunch and get out of here by 3, hopefully. Forest is going to pick me up, and then he and I will go slave away at my new house. It's odd to me that he's willing to do me such favors, but I won't argue about it. I would do the same for him, I suppose.
You have to understand that Forest and I are uncannily similar. We love exactly the same books and music. (Which is a very difficult set of tastes to duplicate.) We like the same foods, we're both night owls, and he feels the same way about water that I do. (It's a long story.) We even have similar daydreams. I think we must have been related in a past life. The odd thing is, that we're both really bad at asking other people for help, but somehow each of us knows how to let the other off the hook. He offered before I had to ask.
My boss is driving me insane lately, and today is no exception. He doesn't plan ahead, and books out my time, and then wonders why I can't do what he asked. Just now, he wanted me to drive to Flint this afternoon, for an appointment he has known about for a month. If I had known in advance I would have loved to go, but I gave Boyfriend my car for the day, so I CAN'T. It's frustrating.
Last night I packed all of my bedroom up in boxes, and was amazed at how much junk I had sitting around. I am glad to say I hauled out a few trash bags full of things I just didn't need. I've been living in that old duplex for nearly 6 years, and had no idea how much clutter had accumulated. I hate clutter. It just means more stuff you have to dust, or put away when it's left out. It makes me feel crowded in.
Of course, most of the things I found were stuffed in the backs of drawers and forgotten about. I found Kirstin's name tag from preschool 4 years ago, and spare buttons for shirts I don't have anymore. The good news is that the bedroom is finished. Tomorrow evening I will pack up Kirstin's room, the linen closet and the bathroom. I had to stop last night because I ran out of tape!
