Darkness

No light dare enter her place.

I said i trust you.

I do. I let go of thoughts that can tear us apart. Nothing stands between you and me. Absolument rien.

But not her. She holds on. To red flags and hidden tears, dropped promises and suppressed sighs.

And we get one step closer to the end.

I try to hold it all within.

Forgive me, but these are not thoughts that can be shared.

Bonjour, tout le monde!

Well, this is the longest i have been away from my blog. Oh the separation was wrenching, lol.

Suffices to say that i was moving in the last two weeks! In fact i still feel like i am, incrementally, moving in. The said move (my 13th) came accompanied by befitting movers from hell- a con of a company and a matching foreman with identity problem (both as a man and as a Muslim). I would quote Freud but that pitiful excuse for a man is not worth my blogging time...er, i mean the foreman, not Freud, hahahaha...

Okay, nice to know my fun-loving side is still batting strong, hopefully it will see me through this unpacking journey. Hmm, i am soooooo tired of lugging around my possessions, i might just run off somewhere next year! Somewhere in Europe. I am overdue for a sabbatical, so yeah. C'est une bonne idée!

Oh, that reminds me, guess who's gracing Paris next month, c'est moi! Oui, et mon petit ami. We are taking off for ten days, already can't contain myself thinking of spending 22 plane hours with mr jones...mmmm...yumm! Shhh...no naughty thoughts you silly!

My upcoming itinerary did cause some turmoil at home, mini me is super mad. If she had magic power she would probably zap mr jones and take his seat to Paris. Aww...i do feel sad that she couldn't go, but have i not earned my right to be happy just for myself, after all i have done for her? Mr jones thinks she will come around, but tell me when? Sigh.

And i miss mr jones. Falling asleep beside him, in particular. Oh and so many other things! I miss his laugh and all the bantering, how i always mess up his do, :-P ...i miss making food while watching my sous-chef (that's his role in my kitchen) help me so earnestly, i miss waiting for him to get home, watching tv wrapped in his embrace (didn't know a 6-ft to 5ft map could be so onto) trying to teach him yoga (Oh, my! That didn't go so well) and him taking the lazy cat (that would be me) out for a walk. I even miss our up and down laundry sessions in that clunky elevator...

:(

Five more days my dear, hold it together.

Here we go again

Came back to find the mountainside burning. The sky is smokey with crazy amber glow, everything is dead still, as if the air has stopped breathing; not a single leaf moves.

But i am in for my big move. My place got sold, and might i add, in just four days.

Oh, well!

I just found out today that my new place offers roaming daddy long legs, completely free of charge. "Don't worry", said my very nice building manager, "they are harmless". Huh? Are you freaking kidding me, when a spider approaches you, it's fear, and not logic that gets summoned. Yup! And oh yeah, in addition i am not to keep my bedroom french door open at night, lest a possum/raccoon takes it as an open invitation. Whoa, i thought i was renting in a hip downtown area, had no idea that playhouses and possums click so well these days!

Sigh.

Guess i should count my blessings, at least i have three more weeks until school starts, so i should have enough time to settle down at my new place, bonding with my new fellow creatures, humans and spiders alike.