I didn’t know it was gonna happen. Didn’t know it was coming.
If I had, I might’ve come home earlier after work yesterday.
I might’ve opened the fresh bottle of pinot grigio earlier. Might’ve sat sooner in the side yard with my newspaper and the three dogs and watched the pass.
Had I known my cyclonic roommate was gonna be away and that I’d have the house nearly to my myself — sharing it only with another roommate who holes up in his garage man cave — I’d-a come home earlier and enjoy the extraordinarily rare space and solitude. Definitely.
Wherever J. went isn’t a concern. Just that she’s gone somewhere — gotten outta the house at all for longer than an errand! — is reason to return home directly after work! Is reason to cut short or eliminate the frequent dilly-dallying that serves as procrastination and avoidance tools.
Wherever J. went isn’t a concern. Just that she’s gone somewhere for longer than an errand is the reason the house is quiet. The cyclone has ceased and desisted — for now.
Like the house, I too am at now — for now. I slumbered better — more fitfully and deeper than usual — for the house at rest. There were no loud sounds of doors opening and slamming. No shouts. No yelling for the dogs for their walks. No barking at the third roommate. No sound of the car starting up.
No sound of the cyclone crossing the carpet across the house.
Upon first awaking, I felt different. In that nebulous early state of consciousness when the brain’s slipping the gears into everyday gears. I didn’t know why. Recognized only that I felt different. Better. More rested. In less physical pain.
Then, as I came into focus in this world, the cause was revealed. I didn’t even hafta go searching for it!
The roommate’s gone. The house is stilled.
What’s remarkable is that because of that, that seemingly small and innocuous alteration in daily living, my world improved. For the night.
Because of that small alteration — the temporary absence of a loud and obstructive roommate — my (w)holistic self gained rest.
My injured shoulder received a shot in the arm of healing. Positive indeed!
In case you ever wondered or doubted, let me assure that other people’s energies DO matter and do affect the surroundings. They affect me, especially as a Pisces, aka a walking sponge.
J.’s absence is welcomed. I wish it’d continue for a week. Bet I’d get more sleep and rest and peace and healing effects in that single week than I would in three months in her domain and under her dominion!
Not to be overlooked: Yesterday — Saturday, July 26 — was the new moon in Leo, at 3 degrees. Coming up: creating a new vision board.
Shhhhh, perhaps I ought not say it too loudly: How ’bout envisioning a residence without the loudmouth J.! — the domestic cyclone across the carpets.