Another fiber-free day

Why do I never seem to have my camera and my camera cable in the same place at the same time? I found the damned cable, it was in work laptop bag, but now I have left the camera someplace amid the rubbish heap that I will no longer call home as of some time no latter than noon tomorrow.

[Insert imaginary photos of a huge pile of boxes and a heap of rubbish waiting for the *$&%! Salvation Army pick-up jerk]

Anyway...as I have not had any time to knit in the last week, this post will be all about moving and my crazy head. Fiber content will have to wait a bit. Though I am very much looking forward to getting my wheel and loom set up again once I move.

My project team, well, most of it anyway, took me out to lunch yesterday. We went to a really amazingly good Indian buffet someplace in Palo Alto. Yum. I haven't had good, or even decent, curry in a really long time. I'm hoping that I can either find a really good (and cheap) Indian restaurant someplace in Williamsburg or an Indian grocery. If not, it's going to be a lot of trips to New York and calls to spice pushers in other states to get things shipped out. A life without good curry is a life half lived (to grossly misappropriate a Baz Lerhmann movie tag line). Lunch was nice, and it was good to see everyone at the same table, but I flat out refused to give a speech. I would have burst into tears and blurted out all kinds of inane “I really love you guys” sorts of drivel, and that just won't do. The truth is, I really *do* love these guys, and I really will miss them, and that I am leaving my project team behind is about the only thing I think I would cry over at this point.

After lunch, I completely failed to get back to work. Someone was having his interview, and I was too exhausted and too nervous on his behalf to focus on anything, except playing with the doggies. So once he got done making a (hopefully) stunning impression on everyone, we left. We ended up falling asleep back at the hotel, and didn't get up to the city until almost 9, but it was ok. Dinner was amazingly good, we got to sit in The Boss Guys private booth, Someone thoroughly enjoyed the whole thing, and after a bit of a walk around Northbeach and a very chaste (read: purchase free) visit to City Lites, we went back to my place.

All I have to say about that is, thank god the cat liked him, and thank god he didn't run screaming from the massive heap that I sleep in these days.

It really was the perfect last night out in the city, the moon was full and huge, and having in the sky just along side the Trans America building when we pulled in to a parking spot on the very same block as the restaurant. It wasn't too cold, the fog was away bothering some other part of the city, the real freaks and weirdos were someplace else, and everything was perfect. Except that Someone had to go back to NY this morning, even that was perfect. I'll see him again in a few days, on the other side of the country, when I get home.

Somehow, thinking of a house I have never seem as Home doesn't seem strange or scary to me anymore. Being a bit actor in my own life does though, and that's kind how I've felt these last few weeks. Of course, it's not my life anymore. My life is out there, not here. Why I am so concerned about things here and how I leave them is beyond me.

And I don't understand why I'm feeling so sad today. I'm tired and didn't get enough sleep that last couple nights, but that's not enough to make me so sad. I had two lovely nights, that kind that leave you feeling like you can fly, so I shouldn't be so sad today. But I am. Somehow, I feel profoundly neglected, like nothing I have done here has really mattered. I am going home tonight, and I'm doing laundry alone, and sleeping on the futon, and that's it. No good-bye parties, no night out, just one person who may stop by latter in the evening. So much for going out with a bang.