An audience of a superb one, is better than a mediocre billion.

I have a follower.  Really?

A welcome distraction to my merry-go-round life:  a teeny place, a large life, a large life in a teeny abode, leave, stay, pack, whine, cry, laugh, play, pack, tape, box, move….a name for each fiberglass pony.

I digress terribly.

Y E S !  My follower.  My one.  The one and only one!  

I adore her words. We’ve never met physically but she has transported me to other worlds. Worlds I never imagined.  I have shared my page with a handful of people, most have been of the ordinary kind, people likely more involved with items and events of a mediocre nature than I’d like to be.  Their words might have been mundane had they responded, their lives seem such.  I have to soon blog about the incredibly lacklustre people I’ve encountered lately.  I have the right to say how I feel, or to be judgmental, if you will. IT’s MY BLOG!   A person’s life speaks who they are.   Their actions, their choices.  Their utterly boring existences.  I haven’t sent the link to my friends yet.  Not sure why.  I think there is a certain amount of freedom to my writing if I can simply write, not necessarily think about an audience.

And here is Cary.  A superb audience. The only person I have shared my blog with that I’ve known for longer than 3 months!

Thank you Cary, for bringing such deliciousness to my teeny tiny world! I love every succulent droplet. And have from the very beginning at you-know-where!

I haven’t had time to properly respond other than to say, that one time, the pleasure her words bring to the day I happen upon them.  Where I can replay my horrific train commute and see it “in a different light” or desire to find more fruit to write about.  YUM. 

How do I follow YOU Cary? I don’t even know how to comment on my own page yet!  Did you open a blog! You must!  I must follow you!  The world needs to be stroked by fancy letters of words composed by you.

This morning I ran errands, one of which was to the hardware store to buy two strong and large rods for my wardrobe. The one in the new place collapsed with only 1/3 of my things on it!  Barbie doll house INDEED!  Maybe even Barbie’s doll’s dollhouse!

I also brought over some of my cameras and lenses, terrified I might lose this in a GIANT truck or in the folds of burly men!  Giggles.

I enjoyed the quiet in the empty apt and the little morning light that filters in. There are buildings that block the light into the main room.  I grew a little sad at that, it’s not as bright as my “old” place ….but then I walked into my bathroom and saw the tub, its claws and the fuzzy lime green rug I bought last week placed under it.  And I was happy again.

It’s going to be this way for a little while.  Love. Hate. Like. Love. Hate. Like. Gasping. Sighing. And a tantrum here and there.  Like a good love affaire, ay?   NEVER DULL! 

Tomorrow is the big day! I officially move in.  Just the furniture.  I will sleep in my new place.  Me and my lil chichi.