I haven't done anything creative since my last writing class over a month ago. My head just hasn't been in it like it used to be. I know it's down to my depression, and I'm hoping that as I get my place cleaned up that my depression eases.
Having a clean, uncluttered bedroom certainly is helping. Hell, I moved my laptop, monitor, and other peripherals out of the cluttered mess that was my old bedroom, and set it all up in my new bedroom. Sure, the desk is about a third the size of my old one, but there is a LOT less space to put stuff so it is less likely to get buried under a pile of random things that I don't even need. I do have one of my end tables beside my little computer desk but it has a cat bed on top and beneath it so there's not really any room to put something on it. Well, for now. I will likely set up my printer on top of the end table until I get my larger desk moved out into the living room finally.
I know that it will take me some time to get everything straightened away the way I want it, but as it is only me and my cat living here I know that I can take my time with it.
I would have attempted some creative writing earlier today but my daughter needed my help to get a couch unstuck from their stairwell at their new place. One of the people there managed to have a couch delivered by her parents, but her parents bailed almost as soon as the couch got stuck. And apparently I'm the strongest person my kid knows so she reached out to me. She didn't flat out ask for my help - she waited for me to offer and gladly accepted with the understanding that she would have to pay for my taxi there and back, which she happily did.
I figured out why the couch got stuck, managed to get it unstuck with my daughter's help, and then we got it angled in such a way that we could then get it up the stairs. We put a hole into one of the closet doors at the top of the stairs but I promised that I would fix it for them - a plaster patch will go a long way.
I also met the other roomie, the one that will be moving out in a couple of months. I have to say, I really like them and kinda wish they were staying, but I can understand their need to move.
And the place was cleaner today when I was over. It still needs work but it's not much worse than my own place right now. I did offer to rent a van or truck to help them get the rest of the stuff out, but I was assured by all of them that it's just a matter of remembering to put the recycling out instead of letting it build up. And I get that, because I'm bad for it myself. As it is, I'm going to be lugging a couple of bags of garbage down to the dumpster at work tomorrow with full permission from my boss...I forgot to put it out for garbage day on Friday.
At the moment I'm cooking up four chicken breasts, each with a different coating. I was going to cook them up today so I could take one to work with some rice, but my daughter needing my help changed that plan. I may eat one before I crawl into bed tonight, or just put them all into separate containers so I can add some mashed potatoes or rice to each of them tomorrow...take one to work, put the other three into the freezer, and I'm golden.
I've also decided that I'm going to make myself a pot of stew that I can freeze in individual containers. I honestly don't know how to make soups, stews, and casseroles for only one person, but at least now I have more access to my freezer now that my daughter's cat isn't in there anymore. The cat did get taken to the dump last weekend finally, along with my bird - my daughter couldn't even look when I put the cat into yet another garbage bag or when I took that bag out of the van. I get it though, and I'm sure that when her current cat passes away that she will move quicker on getting a cremation done. She'll be able to afford it right away this time, I'm sure.
It was really nice to visit with my daughter today, and I feel much better about where she is living. It's a bit of a trek, and the bus service there sucks ass, but I think one of my days off will see me figure out the bus route. Sure, she'll be working, but such is life. And I can always take a taxi home later.
One thing we both found strange is referring to my place as just MY place. My daughter kept referring to it as 'home' and then correcting herself. I told her that it will always be her home if she needs it. It helps that the move was not done out of anger, and that I am not a big cow like my mother was for way too many years. And I let her partner and roomies know that if they need a mom figure that they know accepts them for who they are that I will happily be that for them, and they all seemed to appreciate that.
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