Strange Fruit

Samain                                                                           Moving Moon

Ferguson. A situation where any decision would have been met with anger and disappointment. I don’t pretend to know the facts well enough to evaluate the grand jury’s decision. It is clear however that the black community, after a recent string of publicized police related deaths, will question the conclusions.

Look at this from the perspective of Ferguson’s black community. An unarmed teen-ager is shot down in the street by a white police officer. The government and most of the police force is white. There have been high visibility instances this year of other police related killings of black people. Too, this sort of violence, violence sanctioned by those in power is not a new thing, not at all.

Considering the inherent violence in the enslavement, sale and servitude of Africans early in our history, a violence only ended by a great spasm of violence, and even then not truly ended but substituted for by Jim Crow laws, the Klan and structural racism, it is important to understand that the situation looks very different from within the black community. The assumption there is not on behalf of the police, or the benevolence of the government, rather it is fed by what Billie Holliday called Strange fruit. And understandably so from my vantage point.

The Final Movement

Samain                                                                              New (Moving) Moon

Feels like the final movement of a symphony, with all the hurried action, lots of 16th and 32nd notes, winding up and up and up, then a pause, a slowing that lasts for awhile, a slowing that precedes the last dynamic moment. After that. Colorado.

Ah.

We’re in the slowing time right now. Almost all of the packing and preparation has been done. A few odd bits here and there. Those files which I may choose to resolve simply by moving them and sorting them out later. A few items, like cassette tapes, that have archival value, but less utility. The stuff in the bathrooms and the final items to leave before the van loaders arrive: computer, two printers, my latin books, the stuff still on the desk. There are as well some magazine stacks that will need to get sorted, but that’s quick.

There will not be much left for A1 to pack beyond the kitchen and the garage, which we’ve already asked them to do. Maybe some clothes. Some stash in Kate’s sewing room. But not much at all.

 

And… One More!

Samain                                                                 New (Moving) Moon

I found a seventh novel! The Wild Pair. Geez. Put that in with the partly done Jennie’s Dead and Superior Wolf. That’s nine novel ideas, seven taken at least through first draft, one, Missing, through many more than that. Two, really three with the second book in the Unmaking trilogy, with substantial work done on them. I have another one, The Protectors, that I’ve been pushing around for a year or so, probably more.

In other moving news we went through the clothes yet one more time. We took a major pass through them about a year ago. Yes sir, Yes sir, four bags full. Kate’s planning her trips to Goodwill as combination trips with her doctor’s appointments. Tomorrow’s rheumatology, so the Maple Grove goodwill gets our unwanted garments.

Kept the Sorel’s even though they’re a Minnesota footwear. Just doesn’t get as cold in Colorado. Kept the Wellies, too, even though wetlands are scarce. Maybe for a vacation? Found a pair of not too worn hiking boots. Didn’t even remember I had them. (Hmm. Do you see a theme here?) Good deal.

The study here is in minimalist mode with all the shelves bare and folded up, the books gone except for the Ovid and Caesar texts. File cabinet emptied. Stripped down. I’m not a minimalist sort of guy, but there is a certain energy in emptiness, a stream-lined grace.

 

 

Dancing?

Samain                                                                           New (Moving) Moon

The study will be finished this morning. Wow. Then I’ll sort files until Kate’s ready to take yet another pass through all of our clothes. After that, who knows? Dancing in the streets?

A month from now we should have been reunited with our stuff. That will mark the beginning of the next phase, moving in. To be followed by settling in. The UU ministry has an interesting term for a minister who has been hired by a church. They are considered settled. Settled will be the culmination of the move itself. Maybe a year from now? Hard to say.

Moving in, settling in and being settled operate on our time frame and have financial expectations that we can control. They will, in that sense, be less fraught. Of course, the sale of this house will be an issue, but it will happen.

So far the days around the purchase of Black Mountain Drive and the mortgage approval have been the most stressful. May it continue to be so.

 

Warmth.

Samain                                                                      New (Moving) Moon

46 degrees. I’m going outside to take down the silt fence we used to keep the dogs out of the fire pit and the area near the house where they dug in the garden. Amazing warmth. But if I understand it right this will be the sort of winter that will be normal in Colorado only without the extreme cold for contrast. (though they did have some a week and a half ago)

Having work to do outside, though it became something of a burden in the last few years, does get me out of the house. I’m hoping in Colorado I use the lack of house related outdoor work to focus on hiking, foraging for wild food, getting familiar with mountains. That’s what I want to do.

Next weekend I will deploy a bagster, a large heavy duty tarplike container that can be filled with construction waste, throwaway junk from the house. In it will go the silt fence, the extra siding that Rigel tore up getting at the bunnies, old bird feeders, a certain amount of excess bee woodenware and anything else we don’t want to move to Colorado, but can’t give away or sell.

It never works as neatly as this picture however.

 

 

No. Well, Let Me Explain.

Samain                                                                 New (Moving) Moon

Back of Black Mountain DriveWhen people ask if this is a downsizing move, my first response is no. And it isn’t in terms of total square feet when you add in the spacious loft study above the garage. There are two ways though in which that response is misleading.

We’re making a huge change in the amount of outdoor work. There is no yard on Black Mountain Drive. Hallelujah. Just rocky soil, moss, lodgepole pine, a few aspen, and a small patch of green over the leach field for the septic system. The two small garden beds are both close to the house. Yes, we will put in a couple of raised beds, but that will be it. The bees will be no more than two colonies. Much simpler.

The second way in which that no misleads is in the distribution of space in the house itself.

Kate's Realm
Kate’s Realm

Black Mountain Drive is an odd hybrid, a tri-level. It has a walk-out basement with a master bedroom, a full-bath, living room, laundry room and utility space. Up five steps is the main living level with a fireplace, what we’ll use as a reading room, a small dining area, a small kitchen and a closed in garage perfect for Kate’s sewing and quilting. Up seven steps from this level are three bedrooms and a full bath. One bedroom we’ll use as an office. The second, with its wonderful murals of the forest, will be for grandkids and the third, with its balcony overlooking the back and the pines, a guestroom.

Our current house has a very large basement area, 1,900 square feet, of which we use house and garageabout half. The rest gathers stuff. It also has a too large for us living room and a long kitchen. The Andover house is not only bigger than Black Mountain Drive, its space divisions make it less useful to us. Black Mountain Drive has less square footage and the various spaces will each have a clear use. Too, the grandchildren’s room and guest room will get little use most of the time.

So, in terms of outside work and in terms of the economical use of space Black Mountain Drive does represent less responsibility for us. And we’re glad about that.

A Forgotten Work. Forgotten By Me.

Samain                                                                    New (Moving) Moon

I discovered a novel I forgot I had written, the Well and the Cross. How weird is that? I remembered Even the Gods Must Die, The Last Druid, The Temple, The Phantom Queen and Missing, but the Well and the Cross? Not at all. Think I’d better take some time after the move and reread them.

Boxing them up, hefting the pages reminded me that I had actually done the work. It felt good.

A bit left here, in the study, then I’m out into the files. Out of the study until it’s necessary to load the cargo van that Kate will drive.

New Possibilities

Samain                                                                  New (Closing) Moon

An odd part of the process. I’ve been taking my novel manuscripts off their shelves and putting them, plus their research, into banker’s boxes. I get to find the occasional rejection letter, see proof of past effort, wonder about writing. After hearing Ursula Le Guin’s speech at the National Book Awards (posted below), I found myself getting excited about writing again.

The whole commercial aspect of writing just does not appeal to me. Writing, on the other hand, does. So, when I get the study in order in Colorado, that leather chair and Chinese character green rug positioned in front of the window overlooking Black Mountain, a new novel will get going. Probably not a continuation of the Unmaking trilogy, but you never know. We’ll see what happens once I’m in the new environment.

Travel stimulates my imagination and I’m sure Colorado will do the same, probably over a sustained period of time since it will be all new places, with other new ones not far away. Also, being alone. Kate’s found a perfect place for me, a sort of aerie, a loft space on the second floor with a mountain view. The combination of new places and spaces. Wow.

At last all the pragmatic, git ‘r done energy can shift toward new possibilities. We’re not moved, no. And, we’re not 100% ready, but it’s clear we will be and we know where we’re going. Everything else feels marginal.

Living the Move

Samain                                                                          New (Moving) Moon

The book shelving has been dismantled. The teaware, ceramics, project organizers and various small objects like candles, bowls, book-ends are in boxes, sealed with packing tape and marked green for my study. What remains in here are my novel manuscripts (banker’s boxes), various office supplies, my computer and printer, a few desk items.

It has taken longer to finish the study than I imagined it would. The smaller and less uniform objects require more care. Even so, there was enough time, enough to keep my anxiety to a manageable level.

The short-timer feeling has vanished, too. We are no longer living in the move, as I said a few posts back, but are living the move. The focus now is on getting ready to leave.

Various matters that have to wait until the end, like closing out the Comcast account, will begin to appear. Comcast, infuriatingly, does not allow advance notice of stopping service. “You have to wait until two weeks before time,” the “customer service” denier said.

We can’t obtain new insurance in Colorado until we are resident there, even though the enrollment time will have passed for 2015. Our estate plan and trust documents will have to be updated there, too. It will be months before the immediate impacts of the move have all gotten sorted out.

 

I Can See It From Here

Samain                                                                                        New (Moving) Moon

Nearing the end here in the study. Office supplies and a few odds and ends (plus the computer and printer which will get packed at the very last), my close files are all that’s left. This represents not only a lot of work, but a marker announcing the near end of packing. Hurrah!

A call from Mike this morning. All the corner posts and braces are set and they have begun stringing a guide wire to mark off and set the other fence posts. Strange to have a major project underway at our house, yet it’s happening 900 miles away.

The resistance I felt last week has vanished. It’s a matter now of slogging through the last items, making sure everything has a place and the appropriate amount of shielding from damage. On track to finish well before Thanksgiving.