Moving

The blog will have to remain on life support for a while longer. I'm typing this while sitting on the floor, surrounded by the last few remaining boxes and an unnerving number of miscellaneous things that keep appearing from closets and kitchen cabinets. I spent my first night at the new place last night, where I discovered that at least in the living room, where I slept on a futon for lack of another suitable spot, with windows wide-open, I could hear the railroad and the occasional bass-mobile passing along the street at an incomprehensible hour. I also discovered that the neighborhood's avian population is quite large, and begins to make itself heard around 4:30 a.m.

As luck would have it, J. had to leave town unexpectedly for a family emergency, leaving me to do 90% of all the work involved in the move, including the actual moving of things, which I decided to do myself, in the back of her VW. Quite a job. One always has tons more stuff than one thinks, but that's hardly news. At the new place, I piled everything in what will be the guest bedroom, and neatly stacked in one place like that, it really didn't look that bad. For two people in their thirties who love books and records, we could do a lot worse.

Great big thank you to my colleague B.L. whose generous offer of his pickup truck, to say nothing of his time and energy, saved me from the U-Haul nightmare.

Up next: Probably stories of woe from City Hall.