interlude

These days, I spend my time cleaning up different parts of the house, one at a time, recycling things that needs recycling, amassing clothes that no longer fit or wanted into several boxes, applying shellac (?) on the wooden floor, using almonds to polish wooden things, deconstructing shelves, rearranging books that seems to clutter every now and then. The usual affairs.

Every weekday mornings I would bid goodbye to my family one by one as they leave the house, then I would do the dishes and clean up the living room. I shower, I change my clothes, have my breakfast, finish all the tea or coffee available, then do the laundry. I say hi to the cats and check the litter box.  Then I would go about any affairs of the day or just read.

It does feel nice staying at home.

And then the wedding. Everyone seems to be busy arranging these affairs; from the pelamin to the door gifts to the food to the khemah and the kompang. I seem to weary easily of these things, there’s a whole bunch of people (family) to be pleased, a string of things to be tied and arranged. To seal perfection for one moment.

Sigh.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.