Progress, of a sort
Aug. 18th, 2002 06:10 pm30 boxes, and I'm still not done.
I'm remembering why the last move wasn't so bad: Dad packed all of my books for me, and I didn't stand there and sort them into categories as I packed them. The fiction was quick and easy - they were already alphabetized, but now I'm in the non-fiction. Lord.
So I went for a walk this afternoon. Up the Burke-Gilman, right in the height of blackberry season, to Gasworks, and then up the street to the new house. Literally, up the street. It's a moderate hill, and ten blocks up to the new house. Then another four to the grocery store, where I got my taco fixings and then hopped on the bus.
It's a bit further of a hike than I'd initially expected, but the bus is just as easy, and a lot more frequent than the ones that go past us now. I sense no real impending change in my commuting habits.
Now I've got my vanilla coke (with a tetch of vodka), and I'm alternately reading Anna's Buffy Season and packing books.
Oh - Lori's home. I'll warn her about dinner.
I'm remembering why the last move wasn't so bad: Dad packed all of my books for me, and I didn't stand there and sort them into categories as I packed them. The fiction was quick and easy - they were already alphabetized, but now I'm in the non-fiction. Lord.
So I went for a walk this afternoon. Up the Burke-Gilman, right in the height of blackberry season, to Gasworks, and then up the street to the new house. Literally, up the street. It's a moderate hill, and ten blocks up to the new house. Then another four to the grocery store, where I got my taco fixings and then hopped on the bus.
It's a bit further of a hike than I'd initially expected, but the bus is just as easy, and a lot more frequent than the ones that go past us now. I sense no real impending change in my commuting habits.
Now I've got my vanilla coke (with a tetch of vodka), and I'm alternately reading Anna's Buffy Season and packing books.
Oh - Lori's home. I'll warn her about dinner.