One month ago I was moving. Here's one of my four loads outside my old place.
I packed mostly in reusable grocery bags instead of boxes--the bags were easier and lighter (because smaller) to carry, and since most of my helpers were near sixty, on one side or another, that was good.
And now I'm packing again––to go Astro sitting while bink & Maura go to Greece for their twentieth anniversary.
I'm more than happy to help out, but it's a bit hard to be dislocated again when I'm still not settled in here at my new place.
Ah well. It's temporary, like everything.
I went exploring my new neighborhood a little further afield on Sunday. Biked over to the grain elevators---I'd never been right up close to them, but Penny Cooper wanted to measure herself against them.
They won for size.
They have beautiful textures--I'll be back.
Then I biked on to a second-run movie theater a mile away and arrived just as Maiden was starting--the doc about the first all-women crew to sail the around-the-world yacht race (in 1989).
I loved it! Not so much as an underdog story about my people (women, not idlers), though that too, but for the footage of sailing on the deep ocean--especially the terrifying southern ocean, by Antarctica. A crew-member of a different yacht died on that leg.
A couple of the women talking thirty years later about sailing that dangerous sea got starry eyed about how much they loved it.
I packed mostly in reusable grocery bags instead of boxes--the bags were easier and lighter (because smaller) to carry, and since most of my helpers were near sixty, on one side or another, that was good.
I'm more than happy to help out, but it's a bit hard to be dislocated again when I'm still not settled in here at my new place.
Ah well. It's temporary, like everything.
I went exploring my new neighborhood a little further afield on Sunday. Biked over to the grain elevators---I'd never been right up close to them, but Penny Cooper wanted to measure herself against them.
They won for size.
Then I biked on to a second-run movie theater a mile away and arrived just as Maiden was starting--the doc about the first all-women crew to sail the around-the-world yacht race (in 1989).
I loved it! Not so much as an underdog story about my people (women, not idlers), though that too, but for the footage of sailing on the deep ocean--especially the terrifying southern ocean, by Antarctica. A crew-member of a different yacht died on that leg.
A couple of the women talking thirty years later about sailing that dangerous sea got starry eyed about how much they loved it.
