New Alignment

I’m living somewhere new again, on the Terrace in central Wellington, in my brother’s apartment while he does a Euro-mission. Internet will be infrequent while here as he has no phone line, but right now I’ve found an unsecured wireless connection to leech off. It wasn’t there yesterday so I’ll take advantage while I can.
It is damn good to be back in Wellington and able to walk places. This is my habitat; I get a little pleasure rush walking out the door and finding myself in the heart of the city. Now all I need is an affordable plan to live in similar locale long-term. Hmm. This dissolute bohemian life has its complications.
On the Terrace reminds me that I read Maurice Gee’s Blindsight the other day, and enjoyed it very much. A crucial piece of action in that book happens on the Terrace. Blindsight is a novel inspired by now-deceased Wellington street personality, ‘bucket man’. Now Wellington has a new street personality, ‘blanket man’. I approve that Wellington’s homeless person has a Wikipedia entry.
Finally picked up Pynchon’s Mason and Dixon again. Despite enjoying it very much, I stalled out on it a couple months ago around the 450-page mark. Now it’s back on the table and delivering reliable laughs once again, even if it is too clever by ‘alf. I think I was vulnerable to stall-out because of the complete lack of narrative momentum – the story isn’t going anywhere at all, and it takes its sweet time to not go there. But it’s just so much fun to read.
In a flurry of creative energy I started writing a short story last night. I crashed out on it only about an hour in, with the heavy-lidded thing going on – too little sleep the previous night. Nice to have popped something new, though; making space for the new has been tricky as I’ve tried to be so diligent about resolving the old. Even that’s disingenous, of course, since this is a riff off an idea I had some years ago, but it feels new, which counts for something.
Life continues to deliver interesting times, but I feel I have my footing back and everything is as it should be. I’m starting to run the show again. Getting things in their correct alignment; everything takes longer than expected but it’s worth it to get things right. Perhaps I should resume some kind of meditative practice to set this pattern in? Or perhaps I will simply voice that thought in this blog as a simple alternative, recording intent and thus absolving self from action. The mind is a terrible thing to second-guess.
Also, considering the number of times in the last couple of weeks I have had to negotiate Complications arising from communications failings, it occurs to me that I am not speaking much to people at the moment. I would suspect myself of failing to heed my own advice if it wasn’t so clear that it’s working for me. Do ye as I say, not as I do.
It is an apartment with a balcony. There is no cat here.