I hate change. Call it a sign of getting old (getting?) though you can’t blame it too much on that, the young are more inflexible than the old. I just hate change.
My sister decided this week that I spent too much time in my office and that I needed a “happier” and healthier environment to work in. What has that to do with change? I am getting there.
In any case I stumble out from my bedroom at 12:00 after an all nighter on the computer. It was a bright saturday morning/noon my head hurt and I really wanted to go back to bed but had blog posts and such to make. I was going to put the coffee on (coffeepot stays in my office) so I went straight to the spare bedroom where my office and computer are and opened the door to yellow. Yes yellow a screaming bright sunny yellow on the new sofa the new pale yellow walls the sunny little clock with bright yellow petals around the happy face clock. OMG! She had put a yellow doily on my work chair!
My nice thick curtains were gone no more dark and peace for me. Instead there were these godawful white and yellow filmy things that were not only offensive in color but allowed way too much sun in! My coffee pot was still there in the work area but the mugs were….you guessed it, yellow!
I may never find the work I had piled up in stacks but now sitting in the bright yellow in and out baskets (wherever did she find yellow in baskets?) I had everything arranged in a nice chaotic pile where I could find any single sheet at a moment’s notice!
Oh yeah and as an accent she had added an orangish throw rug in the middle of my nice bare clean floor and a orange godforsaken mishmash of color painting looking like it had done by a preschooler in a tantrum of paint throwing.
My room, my haven, my office and my chaotic order were gone. All my quiet dark peace the place where only light was the soft glow of a small table lamp f(my old one was gone and replaced by a ceramic obscenity in yellow) and the only sound the clatter of the keys as I typed, all of this was gone.
I found a note taped to the screen of my computer where I would be sure to see it (as if I could possibly miss all that freaking yellow?).
It read:
“Sis,
Don’t you just love the new colors? I know you will be happier in this nice clean light place than in that dank dungeon you made it.
Happy Birthday!
Jan”
Little does my sister know I love a good dungeon. Oh well, now the light screams in at me from the filmy fluffy curtains though I must admit I am enjoying the scent of the “yellow” candle burning. Did you know there are birds outside? Uh huh, just in case you guys forgot I am here to tell you there are.
Maybe in a year or two I will get used to all this yellow…not. However I will live with it and make nice noises since Sis went to a lot of trouble and expense to arrange this “happy and healthy” environment. I will in time get used to it and perhaps even grow to like it in say a million years.
I do hate change.
This week at the netpond there have been changes as well. Perhaps not as profound as the yellow that screams at me from my walls but still changes and they do affect people like me who are very set in their ways. Hell, they affect everyone.
Haui left us to pursue his own interests in mainstream. He made a right and necessary choice for his personal growth. I still miss him.
Luckily we do have some order. Sleazy has stepped up and Meat has returned. Now to me those choices are way preferable to yellow since they are people we know and like.
Sleazy and Meat thanks for stepping up to the plate to maintain a semblance of normality. I know you miss Haui as well, and probably hate changes as much as I do.
However from a personal standpoint, please let me say this: I like you guys much better than yellow.

Peace - Chimera

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