Buried Under Boxes ... But for the First Time in Weeks ~ Smiling!
Moved this week end. It was hectic and messy. Lady Blue swung between anger and tears (that is simply the two sides of a single coin). Now we've said our good byes and she is moved to a "5 star" assisted living facility. I'm living in a single wide mobile home in a mobile park in a place the locals call Ferntucky but formerly I'm living in Fernley, Nevada. I live on the last street in the park and my street abuts the rail road tracks. When I stroll with my lab Tye in the evening I can see the lights of the truck stop on the not to distant horizon. My new neighborhood is a mixture of Latinos and whites....almost just like me....if we had a few homes for Navajo people it would be perfect. So several stars. I feel certain that I am the only Jew here but that seems to be about right since leaving Reno in March.
I just heard the rumble of a train rolling through. I am awash in memories from Provo Canyon in my childhood and the trains I could hear from my bedroom when I lived in Sacramento and the MBTA rattling over the raised tracks when I lived in my first apartment (a three story walk up) on Beacon Hill. That rumble is a auditory comfort food, so to speak.
The "house" is full of boxes. Last night I excavated a living room, where I am now sitting. Just being able to find a chair in which to sit is a giddy pleasure. My landlords (two younger married women) use to live here. Now they live next door. They are both very nice except they root for the wrong football teams. Both house holds are devoted dog people. Both homes have fenced yards so the hounds can safely be outside. What I don't have is central a/c. This is the high desert and it will be in the 90s today ~ well, almost every day until October. Hence the need to get up early before the sun is up in order to work before it is insufferable inside and out. The front and back bedrooms have window a/c so sleep is pleasant but all these boxes must be opened, sorted through and items placed, given to the Good Will or thrown away. That is the part of moving I hate...making it all fit in the "new place". THE SORT is now happening in the living room and kitchen. Both rooms emit the steady white noise of the hum of fans. At about 3 pm it is nap time because the temperature inside is just slighty cooler than outside.
Alas it is time to get to work. The master bed room needs to be unearthed today and tomorrow's project is the office...I can just barely open the office door because I have shoved everything in that is not immediately needed into that very small room. Off to the salt mines I go. Oh before signing off, I took the Virago out for a spin at sundown. What a sweet ride! Kept the face shield up because it is just to hot to wear it down so got to really feel the evening breeze. Another simple joy! ;)
Be safe and happy! More later....
