Special Days

Of special days, Barthes speaks of Fête/festivity. So, it's numinous to tell you here that on the fête of my 48th year an offer was made on my apartment, and I accepted it:

"1. The Festivity is what is waited for, what is expected. What I expect of the promised presence is an unheard-of totality of pleasures, a banquet; I rejoice like the child laughing at the sight of the mother whose mere presence heralds and signifies a plenitude of satisfactions: I am about to have before me, and for myself, the 'source of all good things'."

So here's the kicker, I have to vacate my place by June 21 (my scheduled last day of work), my one-way ticket to Vancouver is booked for June 22nd. It's going to be one helluva busy month...

Laundry

I like doing laundry, it's amazing how it calms me down. Laundry is my steadfast "go to" activity after any rockiness or discombobulation. Such a grounding activity certainly deserves its own label on this blog (see right).

Saturday Morning

No word yet. It's getting unbearable, I resort yet again to Barthes:

"Once the exaltation has lapsed, I am reduced to the simplest philosophy: that of endurance (the natural dimension of real fatigues). I suffer without adjustment, I persist without intensity: always bewildered, never discouraged; I am a Daruma doll, a legless toy endlessly poked and pushed, but finally regaining its balance, assured by an inner balancing pin (But what is my balancing pin? The  force of love?). This is what we are told by a folk poem which accompanes these Japanese dolls:

                                                                                       Such is life

                                                                                       Falling over seven times

                                                                                       And getting up eight."

Supermoon tonight. It'll be really good.