I am so excited about moving, that I can't seem to get enough detachment to write about anything else. Today I watched furniture walk out of my house (on friends' feet). I am dispersing almost everything. Almost sold my bed, but changed my mind. And today, I filled out and mailed the lease application - fear but doing it anyway, with trust. Coincidentally (I think not) in my mail today, from my attorney, was my copy of our proposed answer to whatshisname's proposed divorce settlement. I don't like that word. It's scissory, sharp, cold. Let's use the formal, dissolution of marriage. Dissolve it did, but not gently, turbulently. Like 10 Alka-Seltzers in a glass of water. It's still awful, but still the vistas open in front of me.
Anyone want to buy a white grand piano? I'll make you such a deal.
Reading: Your Life as Story, the second book of His Dark Materials, Prince of Tides. The latter will have to take a break while I finish the Dark Materials and work with Your Life as Story, which is part text book, part workbook, part literature.
Send chocolate.
"Achkut Looys", as we say in Armenian. "Light to your eyes."
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