I'm feeling rather cozy in my velour pants and Roy's oversized sweatshirt as I sit in the room we are currently sharing and spend quality time with the six dogs who are coming in and out for little doses of affection. I am the only human in the house at the moment, and the solitude and stillness is appreciated. After making a visit to the hospital the other night, It's been determined that I have an advanced bladder infection. It explains what I thought were several isolated incidences of random illness. Now I have two days off, and I am taking advantage of the opportunity to rest and heal. Still, there is so much that I need to be doing, and my illness and fatigue are only getting in the way. It seems there is always something pressing and deadlines hanging over my head. It certainly doesn't make it any easier that I have to pee every ten minutes.
Last night I managed to drag myself out of the house to go to a party at my friend Magenta's house. Magenta is one of the most fantastic people I have come across in Roslyn, or anywhere. We met one night at the brick after I first came into town, and before my second trip to Ecuador. I had been out with my friend Brent earlier, and time had distorted, as it's known to do here. When he dropped me off at my house, I was sure it was nearly 2am. It felt like the end of the night, and I was appropriately ready for bed. However when I got home and discovered it was only 9:30 at night, I suddenly got a second wind and walked into town. When I got there, the place was relatively empty, as if I hadn't been the only one to experience the time shift.
Brent walks in and is surprised to see me there. "I thought you were going to bed?" I strike up a conversation while I'm ordering a drink, then, abruptly pause it to listen to the woman singing across the bar. She's singing Summer Time, the tune my Dad whistled everywhere he went. It's always been one of my favorites. In fact I sang it for my final exam in a voice class I took in college. She sings it perfectly, and I have to introduce myself. For the rest of the night, Magenta and I sang together. We left the bar and went to my house to sing for each other, read lyrics and listen to music. Then I left for Ecuador and didn't see her again for nearly a month.
My time in Roslyn has been short, but significant. Tomorrow after work I will drive to Ellensburg to get the keys for our new house. We'll have to go to Seattle this weekend and clear out my storage shed. We had to sell my truck to get the money for first/last and deposit, so we're not sure where we're going to get the money for gas to get there, or to rent a U-haul. My mom sent us a check to help…. I just hope it gets here by Saturday.
Now that we have managed to find a house that we can reasonable expect to afford, with a fenced yard for our pack I am starting to look forward to the changes that are rapidly approaching. Of course the move itself will be dreadful, and Roy and I will both have to work the following morning. In other words, we're not out of the woods yet, but by Valentines Day we should be all settled in. The radio station in Ellensburg is looking for a new DJ, and I'm hoping that I will be the one. The job would be perfect for me, and I perfect for it. I just realized that I'm almost as horny as I am hungry. I think I'm going to take my food stamps and go to the grocery store, since buying food at a restaurant is simply not an option at the moment. I'll take care of the other business later if Roy is up to it despite his cold.
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