The days seem to be passing at an unnatural pace. I prefer to think fast but move slow. It suits me. I’m built for it. Anything else and parts of me begin to rattle. Have I mentioned the twitch in my left eye? I wake up, twitch-free, but that usually only lasts about an hour. And then it starts, off and on, all day long. I wonder if other people can see it? My voice is calm, and I feel calm, but my nervous system obviously has something else on its mind. Nerves must end at the skin but start at the truth. It makes sense. If you torture someone to get to the truth, what do you go for every time - the nerves, of course.
Last week was all about money. The lack of it and the manipulation of it. Lots of shifting around of money. Cash flow, covering bills, paying quarterly payroll deposits. Let’s not forget the audit. Everything with a deadline that seems one week too soon.
And then the dog neutering and all that watching and extra care and “No! Don’t lick!” that goes on after that. The big plastic hood that looks like a cheap lamp shade, bumping into everything all over the house, including my face, first thing in the morning. All the extra barking because the hood obviously acts as some sort of satellite dish, amplifying the footsteps of people and the squeaks of squirrels. Feeling sympathetic, I pet the dog endlessly, seeing nothing but his body and the plastic lampshade. Would we still have pets if they came with no heads? Alive still, but just headless? I don’t think so. I think it’s all about the head. Good pets need a face. Without a face they’d be more like bed pillows that needed constant fluffing. Useless.
And then there’s the approaching divorce, and the search for her new house. On Friday she found one she liked. I was called in to inspect and give my opinion. We had to move fast. The problem in Salem right now is that houses under $200,000 seem to sell just about the same time that the realtor is done pounding his or her sign into the front yard. I guess it’s called a seller’s market. There is no time for contemplation, no time for comparison, no time for anything. You have to be quick. There’s no time for blinking, or in my case, twitching. You almost have to carry your earnest money around in your pocket if you’re going to play the game.
And in the middle of all this - Halloween. Shuffle, shuffle.
On Monday, or maybe Tuesday, I sign papers for the farm’s refinance, the first step of the grand plan. The funds are released, previous loans repaid, and the farm is mine. This frees her to pursue her new house. Everything falls into place. She moves in November and I move in December. See how simple it all seems.
And somewhere in the middle of all this, only one day away, there is Nano. Write, write, write. I’m still without a plot or any characters. Oh well. If you’d like to be the character in a novel, drop me an email. Tell me a few things about yourself, maybe include one or two of your peculiarities, and I will cast you as one of my stories characters. Keep in mind that if you do this, you give away all rights and privileges, and that I might very well turn you into something that you are not.
But come on, it’s all part of the fun. Your chance to take part in my unnatural pace.
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