I Feel I Am In a Gilded Cage

And the door will open in 24 days. I feel I'm on the verge of explodin', and I mean that in a good way. I'm at home now. I spent an hour on the verandah, roughly between 3:00 AM and 4:00 AM with a kettle o' tay and I ate two scones and one soft hazelnut paste/chocolate bar with it. It was and still is cloudy, with occasional light drizzle here and there. It was the ultimate experience in personal peace, and a quasi-meditation. Though I loved the company of my mates, I also liked solitude. I had the perfect balance here, with the way we lived. The wee hours were all mine. With what little sleep I needed, I got about 5 or 6 hours to myself every day.

Tonight would be spent at the hotel. We finally finished off our Chinese food, and would be buyin' no more take-aways like that last banquet amount. We still had a bit to finish off, here. The next trip to the grocery store would consist of very little food, and mostly cleanin' supplies. The rugs were gonna be a pain, but at least we never got 'em that dirty. I'm glad the house had no carpets. The wood floors were easy to clean. Vacuum first, a light moppin', and my mentor said he'd wax 'em on the last day. Thank the gods that was never on my agenda. From what my mentor said he was gonna do on that same last day, I wondered how the Hell he was gonna get back to us before the week was out, but he said he'd be with us at the hotel in the late afternoon of the 9th of November, and when he said somethin', it happened. Always. Well, he could sure set a record in cuttin' the grass, which the mullethead usually wouldn't let 'im do, but hey. We'd leave the place better than when we first got it. After all, we did make quite a few repairs. And we would also leave all the furniture we bought for the formerly empty house, so hey. It was in good shape bein' the cats had used their scratchin' posts, and the house was simply, but nicely decorated, so. . .

6 days to transition day. What will it bring?! I expected perhaps the people's revolution goin' all out, but nothin' totally metaphysically mind blowin'. Just the beginnin' o' the end for the monetary economy, and the start of major interpersonal cooperation. That's what I get from readin' Carl Calleman. On my own, I had no idea. For the town I was in, I figured it would be just another day. Not much more time to go to find out.

Off to make us all our first meal o' the day. My mates would be up any time now. Perhaps some whole wheat French toast with fruit and whipped cream, grits, and my version of hashed browns that included onions, garlic, red bell peppers, spinach, tomatoes, and mushrooms fried up in a ton o' butter with black pepper, paprika, garlic powder, Italian seasonin', and cumin. The second meal would be in town.

Off I go.