Carlos made quite a dinner tonight. And dessert.

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Later we watched the season finale of "Louis", a show he turned me on to. It had baby ducks in it, and was sort of about them.

Considering how much and for what stretches of late I've lived alone, it's funny (funny strange, vs. funny ha-ha) how much more like normal-life it feels to have someone else residing in the abode. It's quite something to find myself experiencing. Social animals, yeah, and companionship sure I know that's something I crave. Another human sharing the place. Sleeping here; eating here.

The ASL sign for "home" involves the edge of the mouth and the side of the head by the ear, signifying where you eat and sleep.

What shocks me so is that if this is normal life, what have I been living all the time I'm living alone?

Also, of course, ought I be supporting this notion in my head/heart/gut? Isn't living alone okay? Seems like poor old living alone could use some defense against the masses and their communal living ways.

I feel confused, but with an overlay of normal. :)

And dinner was good.

Comments

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Living alone is just fine! But sometimes it's fun to change things up no matter what you're doing. I don't think it signifies that you're doing something wrong in general; just that we all need to toss some banana peels in front of our routine sometimes. :)

I wasn't as moved by "Ducklings" as I think I was supposed to be. Of course, once baby ducks show up in anything, I instantly care about all the humans around a lot less because I just wanna watch the ducks. So that may be partially my problem. But this has been an amazing season of Louie. Did you see the episode a few weeks back with Doug Stanhope as his suicidal friend? I thought that was an absolutely stunning piece of work.