And on the Fifteenth Day

Well the enforced isolation is definitely over. Carmen sign has been seen everywhere. The world is hunkering down and buttoning it’s hatches. The battens were missing.

Toady I went back to work. Of curse I didn’t actually go cause they would’ve yelled at me, but I was so totally there otherwise. Sharpening my blue pens, organizing my thought-like thingies, and generally practicing my editorial aloofness until its sheen shone so shiny that it basically shot out I to the sky and illuminated good grammar for miles around.

Pete helped. She ignored me like I wasn’t there (because of course I was back at work) and complained loudly about my slothful work habits. Good old Pedro, always willing to lend a paw. On my coffee breaks I finished off the tree. Ahead of schedule. Anyway, it was a great first day sort of back and I am definitely ready for the weekend. Work is hard.

It was a good break. I got lots accomplished if you count nothing as something and some as a lot and a lack of results as attaining goals… and of course I do.

Tonight I will end the night with some bad reality (tv) and test out some blankets and maybe write a long long thank you to all the little people that made my 14 days of iso so mandatory. Stupid. Little. People! World, here I come…

Day 13: Unlucky Day

Like the groundhog is the harbinger of spring, the Carmen has begun to emerge from her hole. Soon all will be good in the world again.

Day thirteen of enforced isolation has come and gone. I’m not sure why the overlords have imposed this penalty but it will soon be over. I look forward to cotton candy (poinsettias), walks in the greenhouses and kicking some donkey ass. So bad prose will once again cross under my mighty blue pen and verb phrases will be reduced to quivering masses of constituents. I will RULE!

And then I can show everyone my new shoes and find out who did what to whom and organize my paperclips and drink bad coffee and put my hair up and check my phone and put may hair down and argue with the boss and be right and win and crush and … oh boy!…Squirrel!

Today was an unlucky day. I didn’t get my tree done and the schedule is slipping fast; must concentrate; must be productive; must note be distracted; must Zzzzzzzzzzz

Huh, what… No that wasn’t me. I don’t nap.

I tried Homesense to work out the last of my Day 13 blues but it didn’t work. Everything was red and green. Chuck in the blues and it all just came out purpley. Blech. I guess its off to see Mr Patrone. He always makes me feel better. And sleepy.

Goodnight Day 13. You suck.

Day 12,000: Get me ouht a’here!!!

I think Carmen is starting to crack under the pressure of forced relaxation. I saw her circling a fir tree… round and round and round. At first I thought she thought it was muster point but but then I realized it was some sort of odd OCD-realted nervous tic manifesting itself with a need to perform wican rituals… or at least that’s what made the most sense at the time…

I’m so nervous. It’s been years. I’m not sure I even remember how. And if I do something stupid… oh the potential for embarrassment is simply overwhelming. I won’t go. I’ll just stay here in my homespun blanket (yes, I have been bored and have too much time on my hands) and hide. No fuss, no muss, no risk of premature mortification.

But what if its good? What if I like it? This might be just what I needed. And I bet it will feel good. It always used to feel good. I like feeling good. So why not; take a risk; put myself out there… I’ve been in here too many days now…

I’ll do it!

***

OMG. That was so satisfying. I can’t believe how good I feel. Relaxed, revitalized, refreshed. Renewed. I just have to do that again. and Again. And again. I feel so sorry for all those who can’t experience this. Why did I wait so long. It’s amazing how your brain can block out the sheer pleasure involved. Why else would it have taken me so long to try again…

Hopefully we can try again very,very soon.

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Well I got a thank-you email from Chantal. She enjoyed lunch as much as I did. Friends are so awesome.

Day 11: And now I’m sticky

I saw Carmen to day earlier tied up in a ball of Xmas lights. I think she’s excited.

Day two of the tree process. I got it stood up and screwed down but after handling that would for so long everything was sticky. Still, after sufficient time had passed I was satisfied that I could make it stand up straight at need.

So on to the lights. I feel if I maintain focus that I will see progress tonight with an estimated completion time of around the 17th. Then it will be on to decorations. Barring any mishaps the tree should be done in 2011…

Still the neighbours threaten to interfere by popping over and “helping”. Stupid neighbours, don’t they understand there is a schedule! And Pete is no help, always whining on about kittens and puppies and tequila…

But no time for that! Back to work… And of course the wine…

Day 10: I’ve got a woody

Carmen must be feeling better. She made a dirty joke…

—B

I woke up refreshed and all ready for some kitten. First thing I brushed some cat hair into the kitten box and cleaned up the cat box… Hmmmmm, I hope the new one doesn’t get them confused. Then I made some soup. It was chowd-der. With clams. From a can. They were cold. So I cooked them. In a casserole. With catsup.

So then I decided to go out and shop for wooden ornament holders. They were all out of coatracks so I decided to get a tree instead. It was green, not unlike a cat. It was prickly, not unlike a cat. I sawed the bottom off it, just like … oh.

The tree is now in my house, warming up and contemplating its wondrous future.

***

Unfortunately the tree has now consumed all of my energy. Cats, kittens and cole slaw are now on hold indefinitely. My tree will…

Win

and

crush!

Day Nine: A day of rest

I didn’t see a post at all today so I got worried. When I went over it was all empties and turkey bones. Apparently someone went on a binge yesterday and couldn’t stop. It was a very very frightening experience to see a turkey all wrapped in a blanket like if was a favorite child… very very frightening… And then she started in on roasting potatoes… Suffice it to say there wasn’t a lot of activity over there today.

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—B

[belch…hic]
Mmmmmmmm, I love my turkey…

Zzzzzzzzzzz….

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Today I was hung over, I mean hung up, I mean I hanged up some lights.