Not So Sweet Home

Now I'm in Chicago getting ready to go to work. I came home last night and it looked as though a tornado had traveled through the apartment. Luckily it was just a husband with some time on his hands, enough to revert to his bachelor years. He decided to make the dining room, MY present studio space, into a temporary "listening room" for his hi-fi. Sigh. We ordered Indian food, I ate, and then I felt a little better Nothing like some ghee and samosas to lift the spirits!

I miss having so much space to roam around in like I did at my Dad's. I miss the peace and quiet and the cleanliness. I think in past lives Dave and I were well-to-do enough to have servants around to take care of all the practical things that we need: clean clothes, someone to dust and vacuum, a cook and a dishwasher, etc. At least Dave was the rich one. I was probably a native american woman living off the land, and not having to worry too much about what the inside of a house looked like.

Anyway, I don't have too much to write about, so I'll stop for now.