I spent the morning in my yoga class: headed home and tackled the junk. I started purchasing kitchen pieces from Ikea. I am a 1/3 of the way through, getting pieces as I can for my kitchen project. I had a couple of temporary cabinets that had a temporary counter and I finally replaced them a few weeks ago. I put them by the curb and it was less than two hours before they were gone. When I got home last night, the futon and the frame were still by the curb, but that may change today. It’s the semiannual “junk’ days for my neighborhood, bulk trash pick up.
It was a productive day, but I kept getting emails from one of those personals sites. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. I thought I had opted out of them all after my last date, with the hamburgler. Yes, he was quite a disappointment: a quick Google search with his full name and he was not an option. He made a devastating career mistake that I don’t think he can recover from. Anyway, I still had the login information to the site and found out it was a “free weekend of communication”. That explained the increase in activity: I responded to a few inquires and will see what happens but I am not going to waste a lot of time: been there, done that and got the disappointment.
The evening was quiet but I found I was restless last night. I kept having dreams that were a bit unsettling but not scary. I can’t quite figure out what my unconscious mind is pondering, but something is going on.