May 24, 2000

     i'm fighting the urge to change the look of this page again.  Of course the urge to do so could be stemming from the fact that i keep going to everyone else's journals and then like their designs better.  The urge could also be an avoidance technique; me trying to get out of working on what's really important.  Himself (aka Master) would not approve.  

     We are house-sitting for a friend of His, for the next few weeks.  Basically this means that we sleep at the friends' house and look after her dog.  All 150 pounds of Bernese Mountain Dog, named Pakkoku.  All dog, all the time.  All dog jumping on the bed this morning right at the exact moment that Master and i decided to ... oh never mind.  Suffice it to say, the dog's enthusiasm and happy expression ("whatcha doing Bert? Huh? Huh?") was not appreciated.  Tossing a dog that size off the bed is not an easy thing to do and my muffled giggling probably wasn't appreciated by Himself either.  Two alpha males in the same house, and Master is determined to win.  (He's going to "kill" me for writing this stuff! heehee)

     The house is great though!  It feels very strange to be rambling about in such a large space again, especially now that i've gotten somewhat used to this tiny apartment on the upper floor of this house.  The main bedroom of His friend's place was actually, at one time, two rooms; the dividing wall has been removed resulting in an L-shaped space and the narrower end has a jacuzzi tub.  i can't wait to try that out, but i'm stalling because i want company (Himself, not the dog!) with me when i do.  Okay, so i still like and appreciate a bit of romance in my life.  i'm not that old yet!

     The house also has a walk-in orchid growing room, and a huge kitchen and a dishwasher and french door to outside and an open staircase and tons of closets .. triple closets, completely mirrored, in the main room, and a den and ...

     ... and it's not home.  Home is getting on the bicycle and pedaling like mad trying to keep up with Master and trying to negotiate the streetcar tracks and pulling up onto the sidewalk in front of our house.  Home.  Unlocking the door and walking up the stairs, calling for Spooker and dumping the knapsack containing our clothes on the bed.  Making lapsang soochong tea in our own teapot and spending some companionable time sipping it and reading email and online journals.  Sitting on the futon that we chose together and watching the now-familiar neighbourhood go by.  i could go on forever.

     But it's nice that i have discovered "home".  It feels really good.

     Not so lonely.

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slightly smaller version of the Bernese Mountain Dog we are watching.