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One again, alas...R.I.P., for one of the great ones: Sabrina, Sunset Boulevard, The Apartment, Double Indemnity... suffice to say, he got his swimming pool.
Mar. 28th, 2002
...been boxing all of my stuff today; my books and clothes- combined- will fit into a duffel bag (word to the wise: if you ever really need to get rid of stuff, try moving while dealing with a herniated spinal disc; I'm sending the rest of my stuff to my father for storage, and it all fit into four medium cardboard boxes. Before I had to bring the hammer down at the last place, that would've been more like twenty.)
Should have mailed it all off at the post office, too, but I hit the wall; instead, played hookie and had lunch with Winter at the Silver Spurs diner. We've been doing that regularly for a couple of years now; very, very odd to think that doing so from now on will entail an hour's LIRR ride.
I'm looking at New York with a stranger's eyes now; places that have been old haunts for years are tourist attractions again- places that make me think to myself, "Yes, I should go there- the next time I have a day free in the city." No clue when I'll visit Downtime again; while I could care less about the venue itself, that means this is essentially a temporary farewell to many, many people I'm friendly toward, but don't have the luxury of seeing anywhere else. It's been surreal, all...
Somewhat astonished by the depth of my reaction upon finally seeing the new place. I've lived in much worse- but then, the 34th Avenue place was easily the most beautiful place I've ever lived in- a den of soothing colors, gentle wafts of incense, smooth fabrics and beautiful music constantly playing on the stereo. At this point, I just want to be out of there, with nary a glance over my shoulder- on toward the future. I'm going to get that bike ASAP, and putting in beau coup miles on it; catching up on my back reading (now that I've sent my books off- snark); focusing, which was far too difficult in the Shangri La of this last apartment. Hell, maybe I'll even start writing again; boredom has always been salutary to my creative urges ;) So, yeah; my deepest thanks to everyone who's put up with my sniveling about this. There's good in this, perhaps even joy; time to start finding it!
Should have mailed it all off at the post office, too, but I hit the wall; instead, played hookie and had lunch with Winter at the Silver Spurs diner. We've been doing that regularly for a couple of years now; very, very odd to think that doing so from now on will entail an hour's LIRR ride.
I'm looking at New York with a stranger's eyes now; places that have been old haunts for years are tourist attractions again- places that make me think to myself, "Yes, I should go there- the next time I have a day free in the city." No clue when I'll visit Downtime again; while I could care less about the venue itself, that means this is essentially a temporary farewell to many, many people I'm friendly toward, but don't have the luxury of seeing anywhere else. It's been surreal, all...
Somewhat astonished by the depth of my reaction upon finally seeing the new place. I've lived in much worse- but then, the 34th Avenue place was easily the most beautiful place I've ever lived in- a den of soothing colors, gentle wafts of incense, smooth fabrics and beautiful music constantly playing on the stereo. At this point, I just want to be out of there, with nary a glance over my shoulder- on toward the future. I'm going to get that bike ASAP, and putting in beau coup miles on it; catching up on my back reading (now that I've sent my books off- snark); focusing, which was far too difficult in the Shangri La of this last apartment. Hell, maybe I'll even start writing again; boredom has always been salutary to my creative urges ;) So, yeah; my deepest thanks to everyone who's put up with my sniveling about this. There's good in this, perhaps even joy; time to start finding it!