It's been a busy weekend. We spent yesterday reorganizing the living room, making it a lot more spacious. We got rid of two pieces of furniture and only brought in one piece, so I'm quite happy. I look around, and I feel content at what we have accomplished.
But like all the other times we've done stuff like this, it's stressful, though almost all of that can be put on my shoes, as I allow myself to stress about things that don't really need to be stressed about.
|(Thanks to AzTeen)|
But it's done, and as I look around, I can see that it is good. I'm doing my regular "oh my God, I haven't been participating on Twitter recently!" activity, tweeting up a storm. And then I decide that I've got thoughts longer than 140 characters that I'd like to get out, so I sit down and blog.
The desk is still by the balcony door, so I look out at the lights of the city that never truly sleeps. It's getting darker earlier now, not even 8:30. I hear the honking of the horns outside; smell the barbecue smell from some other balcony in our building, and the occasional gross-smelling fish (it may taste good if you like fish, but it smells foul). It's the sounds and the smells of Summer in Vancouver, and it strikes me that it will be ending soon.
We're less than a month away from Fall, and school starts in another week. My work has been relatively slow this last month, but next week is when it starts getting busy again.
But for now, I'm at peace. Bowling's on now, but I'll be playing a game of my own soon. I look out at the building across the street, seeing the lights shining from numerous balcony windows, and knowing that nothing is coming out of ours, I feel content. There's something about the dark, with only the TV and monitor brightness shining through, that adds a sense of calm to life.
Something that will end tomorrow when it's back to work.
Maybe I'll be able to recapture it tomorrow night.
One can hope.