Winter                                                        Settling Moon

Have a feeling there will be a settling moon II, the first in the almost 10 year history of Ancientrails. We’re making regular, steady progress, this after that, but we moved a house full of belongings and have to find new spots for everything.

The first packed, my books, may well be the last unpacked as we move through many other spaces before the loft gets my full attention. It’s had a little since I had to set up my main desktop computer. Each time I go up I open a box, take things out, put them on shelves. At some point, with the books, I’ll have to stack them on the floor since the disassembled book-shelves will go up where book boxes form three deep piles, three boxes high.

No more silence, at least not down here in the living room where I’m writing on my laptop. The boiler behind me gurgles, pops, clanks softly and water courses softly through the pipes, a hum. Even so, the overall effect is one of quiet, a top of the mountain, far from the city and its light pollution, quiet.

Winter                                                                          Settling Moon

Spent an hour at Colorado Toyota Services having our Blizzaks installed. The waiting is basic, a coffee pot, stack of magazines and four chairs. While there I read a book about the daily rituals of creative people. Fascinating reading. A name, then a couple of pages about their working routines, then another name.

Over at the King Sooper the line at the pharmacy was long, unusual for a Friday morning, but not for the day after New Year’s. At the Wings Wagon I discovered a local spot that doesn’t interest me much, then went on to the hardware store. Trash compactor bags.

Drove back up Shadow Mountain Drive disappointed that the warmer temperatures today had melted the snow. Gotta give those Blizzaks a work out.

The scratch and dent washer and dryer are in their places, on pedestals, ready now for laundry. The house has all its appliances, perhaps not in their final configuration, but we’re set in the utility room, the laundry room and the kitchen.

There is, yes, still more unpacking to be done. But this after that.

The soft acts of becoming settled. Drove out today and Eduardo and Holly were in their driveway, clearing it. I waved, they waved back, cheerily. Putting on the Blizzaks. Getting my drugs at a new pharmacy. Seeing the mountains all around me as I drive home. These are homely acts, acts which in themselves create a sense of being at home.