Brian York's Life

It's Quiet (too quiet)

Written on June 19, 2008

Wow, this place is quiet. I know I said that in my last entry as well, but I’m really noticing it now. Very quiet. Spooky even. It just feels really strange to be here without anyone else around — I keep expecting to hear someone. It doesn’t help that I’m not sure when they’ll be coming back — every sound from upstairs seems like someone coming in. Probably no one will get back until after I’ve gone to bed (I was going to say “until after I’m asleep” but yesterday I didn’t get to sleep until almost midnight, and if no one’s back by then they’re not going to be able to make it tonight because the buses will have stopped.

So it’s been a fairly quiet day for me. I did some reading, washed dishes (none left now — I feel so proud), cleaned the bathroom (we really should do that every week, but we seem to only be able to manage every two weeks, and even that’s pushing it), did laundry (all done now, and thanks to the clothesline outside, I didn’t have to use the dryer once). Finally, I got the living room vacuumed (well, half of it — the other half hasn’t been cleaned up yet, and I didn’t feel like doing that as well (nor can I, since none of the stuff is mine and I have no idea of where any of it goes)). So I suppose I feel accomplished. I’m just also a bit lonely. I had really wanted to go into Vancouver myself (I remember the MOA as being fascinating, and I always enjoy the trip), but we wouldn’t be getting in until 10-11PM, and so we figured it would be best for me if I got some sleep (I am, after all, recovering from a bit of a cold). So then I couldn’t sleep with no one else home, until I finally dropped off a bit after midnight (and I didn’t sleep really well even then). Oh well, that’s the way things happen.

As you all (all what, two (three?) of you) can probably tell, I’m less philosophical and more autobiographical tonight. One thing that hanging up clothes did remind me of was reading something from my sister’s livejournal. The specific article is here, and she was talking about hanging laundry on a clothesline. And I realized that we both have the same memory of that — we associate it with our grandparent’s house in Stratford (on Hibernia St, lovely place). This is probably because Kanata, where we grew up, didn’t allow clotheslines, so that was the only place we were that had them, but it’s still interesting.

Speaking of which, it’s nice to see that my sister is reading this (or, at least, the one article on my LJ that points here). Hopefully the former, since that article would get awfully boring after awhile. Actually, I’ll be posting more there. Specifically, I’ll be (for awhile at least) making a quick new post there every time I write something here, since a substantial fraction of my readership (ok, one person, which still may be up to 33% of my total readership) has requested it — apparently looking up this site every so often to see if there’s something new would be too much trouble. So I’ll start posting on the LJ to let people know that there’s something new here, even if it’s just disjointed ramblings like this one.

I feel like going for a walk now. That means that this particular entry is closed. Good evening all.

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