Living in the new age.

This is my inaugural post from the new place.

I hadn't hoped to be offline for nearly a full week, but due to a clerical error (and an employee strike) my ISP didn't get me hooked up on the move-in day.  But I've finally got internet back now at least.  Thankfully I had a cell-phone and dear friends from keeping me going bonkers without anything to watch during the last week.

But the first phase is done.  If Friday goes okay, it means the move is complete.

Moving here was surprisingly smooth.  There were hitches, and a couple on-going issues, but they're all solvable hitches.  The big worry was actually coordinating the move, and making sure the lawyers were all handshakes-and-smiles so the payment went through.

I didn't sit idle during my five and a quarter days without internet at least.  I managed to get my prescriptions sorted, get my change-of-address with the gummint sorted, get the utilites sorted and in between all of that I decided not to just sit in the middle of the boxes and scream, and instead did art, did writing, and explored.

With the exception of the ongoing racket of construction just across the street (on some rather nice looking apartment condos it looks like), and someone nearby with one of those impossibly loud, shriveled testicle certification vehicles who's seeming coke addiction keeps them getting up at random times and blasting their 'baby's first car' off down one of the nearby streets, the neighborhood is actually quiet.  It's one of the more densely populated areas of the city I live in, but it's 99% old folks, students, younger working professionals, and younger parents with children.  So far none of the neighbors are conspiracy theorists or window-lickers, so that's a huge plus as well.

It's a weirdly progressive area in fact, and I'm very un-used to that, even if it is a welcome change

The art will come in waves now.  I'm still sorting out a LOT of loose ends that come up with moving house, and hoping the old one is paid for in a timely manor.  But I got a fair deal of sketches done, and a fair deal more in very rough stages.  

The writing is even rougher, and in fragments that only makes sense to the drunken-weasels-in-boxing-gloves that run the steam-pump room that is my brain.  But I can edit those writings down to something that could be digestible by an audience that isn't myself.

I plan on taking the first week of December off.  I need a break from what has been a 3 month ride on the stress train.  Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't want to have to run to an agency, I don't want to have to deal with a company for something, or sign forms for other things.  I want to walk, get a workout on the stationary bike, eat WAY better (Holy.. God in a sausage house does the shopping and food amaze me in this part of town).  

And I want to just peck away at art, and creative things again.  I want to have a few precious days where I'm scrambling.

I hope folks are doing well.  It feels like an age since I got to post here.

May your pockets be filled with mochi ice-cream, and may foxes follow you everywhere.

-T.J.