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1st Impression: Coming up for air at our new house.
It’s been 3 months since the closing. Remember when we got the keys? The relocation encompassed a move of approximately 2.5 miles; but, that could have reduced, if only the Parsons Ave. ferry were in operation. Consequently, we had to go by way of Cuba! Well, we also had some work done: resurfaced a few floors, refaced the kitchen cabinets, repainted a few walls, and added a new countertop, backsplash, and some lighting fixtures.
Now it’s all about unpacking and learning how to operate the light switches.
Here’s a quick sketch in Paper by Fifty Three, tweaked in Procreate. Now back to unpacking before our first trip of the day to Lowes!
Tomorrow we get the keys…
Homeowners again.
See you at Lowes!
The Moment Meter Reader
Moving is making it practically impossible, not theoretically impossible, to live fully in the present moment. In chronological terms, time is either passing through us or we are passing through it; in terms of kairos, we are when we are before, during, and after the erosion.
…and more books
No time to elaborate…
Gotta run…
Legal Size Me
According to Annyth, these repeatedly signed, initialized, and dated documents hereby say, “You’re screwed; we’re not.” In just a few days they’ll also mark our reversion back to being home owners after being renters since June of 2008, when we sold our house in New Orleans (see digital story with original soundtrack), which, by the way, was the very last house to sell in the entire Western Hemisphere after the bursting of the housing bubble.
T Minus 599
Click on the arrow in the orange circle, and I’ll play T Minus 599 for you.
What’s this about? I already posted the accompanying image, along with others, around Thanksgiving (2014), and the music is an original tune that I gathered into a single unit and uploaded to SoundCloud today.
See I’m gathering stuff up for a yard sale because we’re moving in about a month, transitioning back to home owners from being renters since 2008. Our new place is almost three miles miles from here. If we could take the Parsons Ave. Ferry, it would be around two and a half miles!
Faded Muscle Memories
It’s time to roll out my mat and resume my war on chronology.
The Stages of Moving
Moving is multidimensional and has stages, evidently. In some rooms it’s time to start hanging things and thinking about color; in others I haven’t even found the light switches.
Bundlin’
Today’s the day we get hooked up. We went with complete bundling: cable TV, Internet, gas, electric, dark beer, and margaritas…oh, and they threw in nitrous oxide for laughs!
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