I'm feeling a little lost. The room in my house where I normally spent most of my time is completely uninhabitable. The room is empty of all my books and CD's and the furniture is huddled together in the middle of the room covered by a drop cloth to protect it from any airborne paint. Right now all the walls are covered with primer and that makes the whole house stink. Worst of all I feel like I have no place to run or hide. I find myself wandering around the rest of the house trying to find a place to hang out. The living room is my wife's domain and whenever I am in there, I feel like a guest. I have my upstairs office but it is not really a place to hang out for very long. I can only spend so much time checking my email or Facebook page. My desk chair is not suitable for napping. I'm always afraid it will flip over and I'll be on the floor. So, like the ancient Israelites who wandered forty years in the desert in search of the Promised Land, I wander around my house feeling like a homeless person. I'm like a Hobbit. All I really need is my little Hobbit room in my version of the Shire. This week the painting will be completed and next Saturday the carpet will be installed. Hopefully my new CD and book shelves will be completed and mounted soon and my new computer workstation will also be ready. When all that is done I can move all my stuff back in the room and I will be happy as a pig in mud.
I think my granddaughter is coming over tonight so she can entertain and babysit me. Tomorrow I need to go to the monastery so I will spend my Sunday morning doing that. I had considered not going but the last thing that Br. Frederic said to me after lunch this past Thursday was "See you on Sunday, Michael"! I'm pretty sure that was a message from God. I actually enjoy my trips to the monastery, especially the solitary drive there and back. With today's snowfall, it should be a beautiful drive.
It's time to stop writing now and drink my coffee as I stare out of the window.
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