Well, that didn’t work.
Taking up from my previous entry: I got the junk removed, the last pieces of things that friends wanted were taken up by them, and I repaired to a local hotel. I discovered that the hotel’s idea of ‘handicapped accessible’ was not what mine was, but I was too tired to bother with trying to get another room, and it’s not the first time I’ve cleansed myself via the bathroom sink.
The following day, I canceled the phone/internet by dropping off their boxes, and dropped off the apartment keys, returning to the same hotel for a desperately needed day and night of pure rest. Then in the morning it was to begin the 1,200 mile journey.
It’s one in the morning.
I’m sitting in a leather chair that I bought years ago. These days it is really too difficult for me to get in and out of, what with my decaying knees. I’m sleeping in it too. Most of my possessions have been carted away, far away, by the movers. The previous few weeks have been spent packing up the things that I formerly found precious. I say ‘formerly’ because in the packing I came to hate most of them. No longer representations of beauty, they because physical burdens, at a time when I am old and burdens weigh cruelly upon me.
I’m preparing to move.
I’ll be heading off to the place whence I came. But preparing for the move is almost overwhelming. I am old now, and I simply don’t have the energy for this kind of thing anymore. My last week of work is coming up, and I’ve passed on all my responsibilities already, so I literally sit at my desk with nothing to do except think that if I were home I could at least be packing or picking more things to simply throw away.
But really, I’ve barely gotten started, and I seem to be better at thinking of things to do other than packing stuff up. Heck, I’m even updating this silly little blog rather than hop to it. I’ve hopped to it all my life, and I’m tired of it. Frankly I don’t really even want to go to the store and get shipping boxes, as being around people is more and more abhorrent to me. But I suppose I must.
At least I have a few people from my workplace willing to take some major furniture off my hands. Where I’m headed has loads of furniture already, so there’s little sense of moving any of what I have now. Besides it, like me, is old.
I suppose if I live, I’ll post again after it’s all over. Not that even a Mythical Reader would give a damn.
Sometimes I do indeed wonder why I bother to watch anime or read manga. I do take breaks from time to time, when things seem to get a tad repetitive. How many wacky hijinks can happen in Japanese high schools, after all.
I think I’ve figured out, if not the reason, at least a reason, why I keep coming back. Because there’s something that anime and manga have the the real world seems to almost utterly lack.
Greetings, ye Mythical Readers. It is truly a good thing that no one reads this little exercise in solipsism that your mad admin indulges in.
The reason for the long delay in messaging? Riots, ruin, road rage conviction? Nay, ’tis none of those.
Boredom. Simple, unrelieved boredom.
I have been posting again at the place mentioned in my previous posting, as the political stuff waned away again. I may have been hasty. It is a known property of mad admin, after all, and hence should not be of great surprise to anyone.
The recent anime season completed, and the new shows have started to appear, and…. I am uninterested in them. This has more to due with me than the shows, naturally. I’d rather rewatch a show I’ve seen before and loved, than watch something new that might or might not be worth the effort.
Remember when you were young, and it seemed like all the old people talked all the time about their physical ailments? Only now do I understand. I could do the same to you, if anyone actually read this, which they don’t, but even with your strictly mythical status I would not afflict you in that matter. I’m sure it’s even more boring reading about than it is living through.