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nebris~It's much much quieter here. Over at Sonja we had the 14 freeway on one side and 20th West of the other and the train tracks a half mile away over clear flat ground. There was almost always sound from one of those, if not all of them, at any given time. Still not that loud by my standards as a city boy, but a hum of some sort nonetheless.
Over here, on the other side of town, can't hear the first two at all and the tracks are blocked by trees and structures, as is everything else. We're deep inside a much larger park and we have a number of empty lots on both sides of us, which, given the nature of this park and the state of the economy, we expect to stay empty for a while.
I was just in the kitchen and, with the fans and the swamp cooler off, it was 'dead silent'. I have not had the experience of silence in a long time. It was very calming.
I was saying to Le-Le the other day that most of the 'persecution' we felt was likely just The Universe pushing at us hard to get out of that house. Not that there weren't people 'out to get us' – that's been a on and off fact of our life for a while now – but that we gave them waaaay too much credit. They are pretty much all Majickal midgets.
We are slowly unwinding here. This Internet shit is just 'teething issues' in a new location with a dash of MercRet. No real worries. It'll all get sorted out in due course.
And there's no room here for a Third, which puts that whole issue on a back burner. We're hoping to chill for the next year or two, work on the Work and just Heal in general. As ever, we Survive.
An interesting Sign is that Mauser, the beat-up old black cat we rescued back in Oct of '10, has undergone a transformation. At Sonja he mostly hid under the bench at the foot of Le-Le's bed or just hung out next to her desk. He didn't come out of her room for the first year or so. Now, in this place, he runs all over the joint, has finally begun to groom himself, is even starting to play with some of the other cats and actually seems happy.
And so it is...
PS It is now 57° and 66% humidity.
Over here, on the other side of town, can't hear the first two at all and the tracks are blocked by trees and structures, as is everything else. We're deep inside a much larger park and we have a number of empty lots on both sides of us, which, given the nature of this park and the state of the economy, we expect to stay empty for a while.
I was just in the kitchen and, with the fans and the swamp cooler off, it was 'dead silent'. I have not had the experience of silence in a long time. It was very calming.
I was saying to Le-Le the other day that most of the 'persecution' we felt was likely just The Universe pushing at us hard to get out of that house. Not that there weren't people 'out to get us' – that's been a on and off fact of our life for a while now – but that we gave them waaaay too much credit. They are pretty much all Majickal midgets.
We are slowly unwinding here. This Internet shit is just 'teething issues' in a new location with a dash of MercRet. No real worries. It'll all get sorted out in due course.
And there's no room here for a Third, which puts that whole issue on a back burner. We're hoping to chill for the next year or two, work on the Work and just Heal in general. As ever, we Survive.
An interesting Sign is that Mauser, the beat-up old black cat we rescued back in Oct of '10, has undergone a transformation. At Sonja he mostly hid under the bench at the foot of Le-Le's bed or just hung out next to her desk. He didn't come out of her room for the first year or so. Now, in this place, he runs all over the joint, has finally begun to groom himself, is even starting to play with some of the other cats and actually seems happy.
And so it is...
PS It is now 57° and 66% humidity.
