Friday, December 9, 2005
Soon, soon, soonI keep telling myself, "tomorrow I'll be able to write," and then
tomorrow comes and my waking hours are consumed, again, by this sort of
incredible ceiling project I've taken on. Right now I'm sitting in the
living room, closed off from the rest of the house with two sheets of
plastic taped to the perimeter of the large opening that leads into the
kitchen and dining area. Above me the dog drags her bone, still
horribly loud because the living room is a whole other project. In the
bedroom, the contractors are putting up drywall after taking down the
old fiberglass insulation (hence the plastic sheeting) and putting up
the new insulation, a wonderfully soft and non-toxic blue jean
fluffiness that is, honestly, cuddly enough to sleep on. Outside the
earth and sky are both white, blindingly so, from the seven or so
inches of airy snow we received yesterday afternoon. 3:54:21 PM | Tomorrow I fly to Albuquerque to visit my friend Gabe who is giving a reading in Santa Fe. I'll also be seeing my step-nephew and his wife in Albuquerque. I'm excited about the trip -- finally time away from the house, finally time to write (at least I hope so) -- though still I'm anxious about it because of the neverending ceiling. I want it to be done so I can get back to things. I have talked to S several times this week, including this morning. It's so wonderful to hear his voice. He's back with the special forces crew, where he gets to sleep in a heated room and has wireless internet access. Plus they have a new civilian chef (no doubt through KBR) and he is from Lafayette, Louisiana and he cooks creole. What a treat! We're down to 69 days by our count, and though these last months are moving so slow and have been in every way as difficult as the first, they are the last months, something we're both thankful for. I have a running list of things I want to write about. Hopefully I'll find the time in the next few days. I miss it so. 
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