A Frenzy of Dogs

Winter                                                 Settling Moon

Kate’s been fighting off a feeling of dis-ease. A couple of naps and a very reduced activity level seems to have her on the mend.

Vega got bit, by Kepler I think. We tried to put staples in it (yes, we happened to have some lying around in a sterile package. Doctors.), but Vega resisted. Teeth and muscle are a strong argument so we only got in two.

The bite was during a frenzy to get outside and solve some doggy territorial matter. Everybody was squirming, lunging, snapping at each other. I imagine Vega got a nip in at Kep and he repaid her. Not very significant  in the world of canines.

The book box opening proceeds, but not at a rapid pace. Unboxing them and stacking them on bookshelves is the first step. I love it, touching each one, remembering why I bought it, what I hoped to learn. That emotional response though makes doing too many at one time difficult. It’s going to take a while, perhaps longer than it took to pack them.

There is, though, no rush. There is no deadline, no race. Yet I look forward, very much, to the day when the books have found their new homes. Then my library can once again be the resource it has always been.

 

At the Wildflower Cafe in Evergreen

Winter                                                                 Settling Moon

Breakfast and business meeting at the Wildflower Cafe in Evergreen. The Wildflower has small tables in a small space, a two-seat counter and a diverse menu. We were there about 7:45 and there were no other diners, save two men at the counter. The tables were hand-made, the decor photographs of wildflowers. The waitresses and the cook went by more than once, greeting us each time. This is a welcoming place.

We went over the move so far. The cost is about what we estimated, high but manageable. We’re willing the markets to behave at least through the sale of our house. The new carpet goes in this week which means the staging can begin, photographs will get taken and the marketing process will get underway.

It’s strange to have so much of our liquid asset base wrapped up in a place we can no longer visit easily, a place in which we no longer live. It’s as if it belongs to a former life. Which, if you think about it…

Our much more placid than not, even joyous, mood continues. We have hit problems along the way, solved them and gone on to the next one. Soon we will have only the ordinary issues of everyday life and the settling in will grow deeper.

My space will, I’m sure, be the last to come together. I have so many books which first have to be unboxed. Shelves will have to be reassembled. The treadmill and television need to get put in place. The center workspace has to have a platform built for it and its working surface reassembled. Our two large art crates must be relieved of their contents and brought up here, so they can take their new life as room dividers. Jon has proposed hinges, which will allow me to store art in them, a great idea. March, maybe April.

Early to Bed…

Winter                                          Settling Moon

Up at 4:30 this morning. Not insomnia. Since moving to Shadow Mountain, I’ve been going to bed at 9 pm.  This means I have 6-7 hours of sleep by 4:00. I prefer 8, so 5 am or so is better, but 4 am on will do.

This transition occurred naturally thanks to switches from daylight savings time to standard time and the exhaustion brought on by unpacking while acclimatizing. I like it. It’s quiet in the early morning, just as it is late at night. Plus there’s the cultural lift that goes with being an early riser. I know about and believe in chronotypes (different sleep patterns), but there’s such a positive Western cultural value placed on early waking, especially among northern Europeans.