Day 207

Friday | September 21st, 2012

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Friday was like a slow dump truck headed to the dump. I knew how things would end up but just getting there was a crawl. I couldn’t even crawl out from under the covers until noon, even with a full plate house-moving and packing-cleaning fu-vennture waiting at the gate. I did the dishes. That was my last contribution to the flat. Here, flat, have a clean sink.

The last three hours of work were a bit of a slow train as well. I even had a student tell me his life was going by too fast. Really? Life crawls and has crawled slower every day since I was in my early 20s. In fact (I told him), life is so slow that I imagine one day soon, time and life will both halt. Or perhaps it will slow to such an imperceptible level that untime will rule the koop.

I took the long way home after work. One last trip along the backside of the river. From now on, going straight is the only way to get home unless I’m up for a big after work loop through the hood. With Twitchy, maybe. After work … probably not. It made sense to go this way today.

Along the way I accidentally stepped on a can of my favorite coffee (hero image, top). It was like meeting an old friend.

In the evening, Meow and I made once last run to the house before the big day. We cleaned and moved the newly painted furniture into their new rooms. I took my lovely hammer and made a pass through the house pulling out all the nails we didn’t want in all the strange places that worked well for the previous family for so many years. I also got things ready to tie up the dogs and leave them at the house while the movers would be going through the flat, packing us up. Then I spent sometime just looking at the sky (above).

I’m going to like living here.

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