The creative writing, observations, experiences, and opinions, on life, and the world around him, by Kiril Kundurazieff; taking one step at a time on the Journey of Discovery, and Enlightenment, that every individual must take from the cradle to the grave.
As the Mad Houstonian stands atop a hill, gazing at Brays Bayou flowing by not so far below, he realizes that his first 2 years and 3 months in Houston are done and, with a new apartment and new year to look forward to, he can focus on doing what he can to move forward in new creative, even profitable, ways.
Thanking God for bringing him this far he prays for improved health, financial stability, creative inspiration and ways to put his skills on the job and as a writer to use for his benefit.
When I looked at the above photo, afterwards, I was startled by what I saw in the blue sky in the upper right corner...a slightly different angle to how I framed the shot and I would never have seen how the jet trails intersected to form a cross in the sky (an impressive sight that I now wish I'd taken a wider photo of to better show it.).
Angels are sent to help us from on High They even work at Wal-mart And that ain't no lie
Angels are sent to help us from on High Helping us for hours through the night And those they help in reply Accept their kindness with gratitude and delight
Glory to God on High Glory to God on High
Mad Houstonian, why this glee? Why your joyous effort at song? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire you to sing loud and long?
Glory to God on High Glory to God on High
6am on moving day, Friday December 19th and it is raining. Last minute packing started after breakfast. I’d originally hoped to move in during the morning but had to settle for evening, a choice set up the previous week.
I went to the new place, in the morning, to sign paperwork, pay fees and rent, then went to go get a new pillow and some packing tape before heading home for more packing and cleaning before the move began. My phone and internet had already been disconnected.
415pm found me at the U-Haul, using their phone to call my co-worker, a black guy who works asset protection, to see if he was on his way. He was not…He’d been called in to work and was just about to leave the store.
I called the office at my new apartment to let them know we’d be very late. As it turned out traffic meant my friend would not get to me until 545pm. We thus had until 630 to get my apartment keys and just made the deadline.
I had no clue that my move-in from hell weekend had just begun.
It took us an hour to load the truck for the 1st of what we expected to be 2 trips. This one had my bed frame, mattress, box spring, 2 bookshelves and some boxes. The new dolly I’d bought, convertible to a flatbed, worked great.
Just as we were ready to head to the apartment my friend got a call from work; problems with a trainee had arisen and he was needed. Not expecting this to take too long we hopped into the truck with the intent to head to the apartment from the store.
Other issues came up and I ended up in the truck, in the store parking lot, for almost 3 hours, listening to talk radio and eating McDonald’s. My friend, as frustrated as I was, and apologetic (he refused my original offer to pay him for his help) finally was able to get away and off we went at last.
Near midnight we arrived at my new home relieved at last that we could unload…only to discover that I had been given the wrong set of keys by the lady who kindly waited for us to come get them earlier.
There was nothing for it but to return my stuff to my old place and turn in the truck and keys. It was exhausting work for 2 guys who were tired, sleepy and frustrated, but we got the job done. Sneakers in the walk-in closet and Elvira hiding in a corner of the living room, during both the loading and unloading took it all in.
My friend had hopes of borrowing a truck from a friend of his, but it ended up not happening due to his work schedule. We each got home around 4am.
"I'm not lost, just doing my best to decipher the road map of my life going forward.
Today I am in the Westchase area of Houston but, last month I took steps that will re-locate me in some other part of town before Christmas...whether that's under a bridge along a bayou, or in a new, smaller, cheaper, apartment, is yet to be determined.
I haven't had time to rest, though I've had time to write which has been relaxing and calming as usual."
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