Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Tag: Dwelling
Moving introspection.
Another Monday, another day in the cube. Though I’m not complaining much here – if I wasn’t at work I’d be home among boxes my half-packed apartment. Not to mention the looming stack of paper which needs sorting. At least I’m down to the… Continue Reading “Moving introspection.”
Craigslistin'
Today it’s the lawyer’s office and the end of what has been a pretty roller-coasterish process since December when we put Brian’s house up for sale, and even though we’ve had a few days for it all to sink in, I’m just starting to… Continue Reading “Craigslistin'”
Crossing the threshold.
This is the end note to the last post. A fact I almost knew as I finished writing but wanted to wait on until it was finalized. After all, we have already lost two houses in the search process, why cry wolf one more… Continue Reading “Crossing the threshold.”
Liminal space.
“There are people like Senhor Jose everywhere, who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay figurines, empty beverage cans, little angels, cacti, opera programmes,… Continue Reading “Liminal space.”
Craving routine.
I’ve been holding my breath and hoping a lot lately which has made blogging a little bit secondary to what has been going on in my head – hence, no post for almost two weeks, and this ain’t gonna be a long one. I’m… Continue Reading “Craving routine.”
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