Sunday

Well it's been a pretty quiet Sunday morning, considering. I don't know what woke me up but since I woke, I've only heard my roommate's dog fall off the bed and her swear at it "Damnit! FUCK!"
Then I heard the next door neighbor's baby cry (squall, more like) but: the walls are pretty thick. It sounded distant and sweet. I can live with that. That bird that was around yesterday morning wasn't in attendance in the yard medley (or is that melee)...I could easily and happily shot that bird, and if I had a high powered bb rifle (and I may get one) it might have happened. Same few notes, over and over and over. NOT COOL. For an hour or so. It's enough to drive one to listen to loud music.
Meeting was pretty good last night but I see where I am so lacking: the newcomers, I have such a hard time going up to them, in fact I just don't. I sit with people I know but approaching newcomers: I have GOT to get over that initial fear. I don't even know if it is fear, but it's something.
That lady that came in last night: she said she was court-ordered to go to AA. Quite often those who are ordered by a judge to attend AA have an attitude and are bored and don't listen. But just as often, they 'get it.'
Well I'm at an impasse as to what to do to make my room more habitable. As usual when I'm not sure I'll stay, I'm hesitant to unpack. But I got to. Truthfully I need to get rid of most of my stuff that I don't use. I have no business lugging around stuff I don't use. Not with my nomadic lifestyle. I need to get back down to the amount of belongings I brought from Anchorage, with the exceptions of the electronics (printer, computer speakers, tv, playstation).
I need some furniture but getting it up these stairs (and thinking about getting it back down anytime soon) is a nightmare. So perhaps I can just get some rubbermaid tubs and put everything in there, in the corner.
My roommate's room is crammed full of all her stuff (an entire household's worth of crap)...it's piled in her bedroom, willy-nilly, and I don't see how she can keep it clean, nor do I reckon she has any plans to, so I guess I needn't worry about asthetics when it comes to my room. If I work on getting my bed off the floor I can put some stuff under the bed in those long rubbermaid containers that roll..my coats can go under the bed freeing up the closet (which is just a tiny alcove in the wall with a pole for hanging stuff) for all my shirts.
Yes, the shorter drive to and from work and my meetings, the cable tv and the sunny locale near the park and nearby shopping make it an even trade-off. I won't say the roommate is any great catch: I had thought she would be GONE when she went to work but alas, she comes back frequently to let her dogs out and do whatever else you do when you come home from your job on the clock.
Why is it so hard to find a roommate that GOES to work AND STAYS at work for like an entire shift?
lol! *sigh*