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July
26, 2000
Day 2 of a totally empty house.
Ick.
While Thelma
and Louise were still here, on Monday Master had to leave
the province to work on a new project of His. This
is the first that we've had an extended period of time away from
each other since i moved in, and i am happy to report ...
that i can't stand it!
It might
have had something to do with my tear-filled eyes as He
left, but the girls decided we were going out to
dinner. i admit i enjoyed myself enormously.
It was horribly expensive and incredibly tasty and we
barely contained the noise level of our giggling as we
washed it all down with some great Australian
wine. After wobbling home via the subway and
streetcar (what a wine-soaked trip that was!) we settled
down in front of the computers and yet more booze,
creating havoc in the chat room we originally met
in.
Master
called around midnight, and i scooted off to bed. We
hadn't discussed what was to happen about our nightly
ritual during the times He would be working, but He took
care of that by having me put the collar on while He
waited on the phone. Then i was instructed to lie on
my right side, and after some more gentle conversation, i
was able to go to sleep. Well, for a few hours
anyway.
Yesterday, after the girls left, i spent the day tossing
furniture around, avoiding the real work of tidying
up. i also worked on the ezine and this journal, and
caught up with gossip online. The neighbours (the
good ones) cooked dinner for me (which i ate only a few
bites of), yet by eleven o'clock i
was still wide awake. Master called, and we decided
i should return His call at midnight, after He'd had
something to eat. We finally chatted until one-ish,
at which point i was yawning. Lo and behold, i
actually fell asleep quickly, and stayed that way until
...
Neeedt,
neeedt, neeedt ... gads, it was the alarm clock from hell
again. At 6 a.m. i cannot begin to describe
the level of frustration i was feeling as fifteen minutes
later it was still going off. i got up and shut the
bedroom window, started the ceiling fan, then tried to get
back to sleep. No luck. By seven i was
checking my email. By seven-thirty i was back in bed
trying again, and finally drifted off, managing to sleep until 10:30. i think sheer exhaustion had kicked
in, caused by the lack of sleep and the activity levels of
the past week.
Now i'm here,
avoiding work again. Heh. But i feel a lot
better.
i don't like
this house empty. 
Alone in the house is not a good thing for me. First of all i don't
eat. And second, i move furniture. i've been at it again today.
(i'm writing this much later than the previous thoughts above)
i tried the
futon angled in the corner, and the room is just too small
to handle it, so it's back under the window again. i
have to admit it does look homey, even if i was trying to
achieve a more avante garde look. (Is that the right
spelling?) i did manage to rearrange some of the
other items however, and redo some of the storage
problems. Having only three of the world's smallest
closets (2' x 2') is a bit of a challenge, especially when
the two adults have a preponderance for
pack-ratting. And the male Dominant of the house
(besides the cat) isn't really crazy about change, yet
throws away NOTHING!
(i'm going to be
safely out of reach when Master reads this post)
So ... i
gave up some of the precious closet shelf space in mine
for the sheets and put the blankets in the blanket box where
they belong. i had to sit on the lid to get it to
stay down however.
i dragged
out a few more doilies and scattered them about.
He's going to hate that, but hey my great Aunty Adeline
made them by hand. How can one not appreciate
hand-crafted?
i
rearranged some lighting and cleaned some clutter on a
kitchen shelf. i set up the living room so that the
occasional table can be opened out to accommodate more
romantic dining. How can He not like that? On
second thought, He'll probably use the table more for
spreading office-y type papers all over the
place.
*sigh*
Learning to live with a man like this is an
adventure. i'm used to living with people even
more fastidious than me! And it still looks like a
bachelor pad.
i'll keep
trying ...
... more tomorrow
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