Easter weirdness
Easter on my own is odd. Not bad, just strange. And before any of my real life friends take offense - this is by choice. I have an amazing group of people who generously invited me to their various celebrations and I declined them all. I have even more that if I announced I would be in their area for this holiday the invitations would be immediate and sincere. This is not a woe is me or feel sorry for me thing just a statement of fact to frame out some thoughts.
I was on my first walk of the day, let’s call it; He is Risen. No lightning?, I’ll keep typing. I was trucking around one of my modified winter routes when I happened upon one of my regular homeless folks. I have previously established that anyone who remains outside and unhomed in this area is truly nuts because there are good people constantly driving around trying to get them into shelters. These people fight those people and its really sad to watch but you can’t beat someone else’s broken brain. The dude in question is surly and that is putting some Easter decoration on his disposition. So I strode past him on high alert.
As I walked by I couldn’t help but notice the golden plastic easter egg on the frozen ground next to him. After I saw it I looked back at the dude and we locked eyes. I think he was challenging me to try and take it. Holy Hell this is a trap. I looked at it again because I couldn’t help it and he went from sitting crosslegged to squatting on his haunches with the speed of a hungry predator. I was admittedly shook so I marched my happy ass out of the area. When I got to the end of the alley another of the shelter challenged asked if Cleon was still in the alley. I didn’t know the egg guards name but made the connective assumption and answered in the affirmative. Then he asked me if he still had the egg. What in the Easter FUCK did I stumble upon?
All plans of completing my walk were abandoned and I traveled directly home. I had a pile of phone calls to get to anyway so this is one mystery that I will have to leave unanswered for now. I think the fellas were there because traffic around the falls is beginning to pick up with the weather threatening to turn. The only pisser of that whole ordeal is I didn't have someone to immediately share being shook with…
I’m more than a little disconnected from my families lives because I’m here and they’re elsewhere but I will remedy that situation this fall when I move back. And speaking of the move I am all over the place. The minimalist in me wants to find a place to drop my boxabl and park a car within reasonable proximity to an airport. The social part of me is trying to flesh out the idea of a modern Victorian era rooming house situation. (this could have more than a little to do with my Sherlock Holmes obsession but my oddities are well documented) The upgrade to parlor and bedchamber would be my own private bathroom. This is stuck in my head as I had dinner last night with an old friend looking for a similar situation but I think she is going to make it real with a buddy in Florida.
Apparently they have a lot of housing down there with two master bedrooms on either side of the common living space and it sounds perfect. Probably harder to find in Illinois but that won’t prevent me from trying. In fact I started sketching out my perfect layout on Friday night but quickly remembered that building something means owning something which means back to worrying about all of the little bullshit attached. never mind