giggling at the mailbox

I find myself giggling at the approaching prospect of having no address. Not the reality of where will I go the bathroom, or keep yogurt, or lay my pillow. But, there’s something about the path to those places that keeps cracking me up. Time’s running out, and even with the very, very few responses to my callouts for private rooms in houses and studios, I find a quality reason to say no thanks. Just yesterday afternoon I messaged a guy saying ‘renter’s insurance” was required, I wrote that in all my life of renting – which is all my life after leaving mom and dad, I have never once been told I had to have renter’s insurance. I messaged that landlord I had drawn a line and was honoring it. He messaged back an hour later, “Okay, good luck.” And it made me laugh, just a little while, but laughing.

Just before leaving work yesterday, Julia, my boss, said she was trying to cover Jorge’s shifts because he was off on a vacation. He hadn’t told her he was off to Mexico with his mom for a family wedding. He had told me. So, she asked, could I work his Friday morning, and I remembered I have a Zoom interview for a job in Portland at 11 that day and said sorry. I turned to the door to leave and Julia said, “See you Thursday,” and I turned around and gave her the most quizicle look I could give and said, entirely perplexed, “Thursday?” A look of panic came over her face, like I’d forgotten my own shift, but before she could say anything I pointed my finger at her and said, “Gotcha.” I have never ever been so playful and loose with my boss. And I walked out the doors cracking up at my unplanned, and you might say insanely adolescent behavior.

Three weeks before no address and maybe no yogurt and no numbers to which mail may be forwarded, a scenario for sure in which any mail that comes here (the trailer park) will be thrown away. And that’s not funny and still I’m laughing.

I’m laughing a lot. I’d tell you a couple of sentences that came to me sitting on the cushion in the dark Monday morning but it would come off way to Zennie. I will tell you the end of a dream just before, I mean just before my alarm went off Tuesday morning, where I heard someone shouting, “This is the only world there is.”