Today was just one long slodge. I cannot believe how little I managed to get done today. I did not possess one iota of motivation today. What did I do today? I took my early morning walk about a half hour later than I wanted to. Threw some laundry in. Ate breakfast. Mucked around on the internet. Scanned some old photoooos. Changed the sheets. Cleaned the Blue and Only Bathroom (but I do that every day or thereabouts). Walked to the Plum Market and back. Slugged around on the internet. Washed what few dishes I used today. Slodged around on the internet. Yeah, it probably sounds like I did quite a few things today. But most of those things (except the internet stuff) took just a couple minutes each. My unfinished prodjects (intentionally misspelled)? Languished. Poor little Roomba sat neglected under the ugly old table in the Ugliest Kitchen on Earth.

I think I know what the problem was. I think I am in a kind of weird w-a-i-t-i-n-g mode right now. What am I w-a-i-t-i-n-g for? I am w-a-i-t-i-n-g for Mouse’s moving day. Which is happening next weekend. Mouse has found a summer sublet with some friends and that is all I am going to say about it for now. It’s up to her to choose to broadcast (or not) the details on these here tubes.

It’s not like I am dying for her to move out. Actually, I am going to miss her. I have to admit that I was a bit apprehensive when she moved back in after college graduation last June. I was getting kind of used to the empty nest. I could leave for work in the morning and lock the door and be reasonably certain that when I returned home, the Landfill would be in the same state that I left it in. Unless a tree fell on it or something. They do that sometimes, don’tcha know.

I think that we have managed to achieve a relatively peaceful co-existence. This Mouse is not the kind of adult child who parties all night, sleeps until noon every day, and slugs around watching movies all day. She is always busy doing something, even when she is not gainfully employed. Acting, for one thing and most recently designing clothing and stuffed aminals. And we do stuff together sometimes. Coffee on Sunday at the Plum Market. Urban hikes at Barton Dam. Fabric store junkets. It’s little stuff but it’s the little stuff that makes life worth living.

It’ll be good for Mouse to NOT have, uh, you know, Moom around in some ways. There’ll be no one to randomly freak out when it’s three o’clock in the morning and Mouse isn’t home and start calling/texting madly in a big panic. And there’ll be no one trying to nudge Mouse awake on the days when she has to be somewhere early. Like, uh, I will sometimes do. Even though I know I don’t have to. I am sorry but I can’t always help myself. The days when “bad aminals” would sometimes glue Mouse into her bed are burned into my brain. To re-package something Lizard Breath once said as a young child, “once you are born from a mama, she is stuck to you.”

And, you know, Mouse will be a mile and a half or so away. She can come home to visit or get stuff or whatever. Heck, she can even *walk* here. Or I can walk there. We can meet for coffee or breakfast or lunch and we can go on fabric store junkets. It’ll be fine and it’ll be fun.

That street/woods light in the photooo kind of reminds me of the lamp post that the children of Narnia found after they went through the old coats in the war drobe in the spare oom.

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