Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
Of course, a “truckload” (the measurement given me by my roommate Ken) of Sharlie’s stuff is arriving today, and until this evening, when I can move my furnishings out of my old room, which is Sharlie’s new room, the truckload will have to sit in the living room, which is near the sun room and therefore next to Kate’s stuff. It will be a busy, busy night of object moving.
In addition, there are new human dynamics to consider. Not only is Sharlie a person that Cecilia, my third roommate, and I do not know very well, she is somebody who Ken used to date. The drama of the past few months, which I will summarize by saying only that it was a tennis match of will-she-or-won’t-she be moving in, in addition to the drama of their breakups and reconciliations, fill me with foreboding.
In addition to that, Sharlie owns a cat. There are currently four cats in the place, three belonging to Ken and one belonging to Kate. Until Kate can come and collect her feline, there will be five in the place, two of them female, and one of them at least (Kate’s) a bitch-cat of the highest order.
This will be a transition much like the one that took place in January in Washington; not easy, at least by my estimation.
And on top of that, I have a really obnoxious spider-bite on my leg. And it wasn’t even radioactive, which would help me learn the great responsibility that comes with great power.