Moving
I’m in the midst of 10 tons of boxes and an equal number of “oh shit!”s. I think I found sentient life when I cleaned out my refrigerator. For some reason, however, the thousands of boxes I seem to recall cluttering up the place have reduced to a few small specimens which are doing little to contain my worldly possessions. I’m partway through the kitchen and not even started on the bathroom. The clothes are willy-nilly as this is not a clean move and I’m sure that in 10 days time I’ll find I’ve got nothing.
Moving is quite bad enough. Moving mostly at one time then the rest 15 days later, after en extended stay in a closet in a basement is the sort of thing that gets you writing about wizards, tin men and clams. This just can’t be healthy. Between the mice (oh boy are they at it again and also apparently the kind of mice which think D-Con is candy) and the 300 or so whoopses I can only sleep around three on the train home.
Yeah. Stressed. On the other hand – new place!! Cat! Sushi! Astoria! Brand new stove! NO MICE! It does kinda balance.
So the new place is in Astoria, the last stop on the NW line. It’s another 15 minute walk from the train to the apt, but I don’t mind. I could use the exercise. It’s the top floor of a family house. Downstairs are Jenny and …. her guy (very nice, a set designer) 3 cats and 3 dogs. I even like the dogs. There’s an organic grocery nearby as well as a real bakery and many, many restaurants. The laundry is close and There’s a CVS by the train. I think I actually (through no fault of my own) made it to heaven. Now all I gotta do is wait for the park to open.
Current Mood: 
exhaustedCurrent Music: The sounds of Atlantic Ave