Plan D from Inner Space.

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Hello Gentle Reader, We moved 2 weeks ago into the little chocolate house about 6 blocks east of TrainQuake. I walked to work today for the first time, bicycled the first time yesterday, and of course, Moto’d every other day! Last weekend, we re-arranged almost every piece of furniture in the place, moving all the bookshelves into the basement. Major project, but the living room now is useful. (It’s layout got a 180 degree rotation, facing North, above, from South (before).)

This weekend, I shall try to lubricate my bicycle (15 years) and K's bike (20 years since last lubed). Then this office will get a 90 degree rotation to take advantage of a notch in the floorplan and my two-table right-angle desk. Of course, I have to unload, reloc, and reload the 2 largest bookshelves in the entire house, but hey. I still havent figured out what to do with the 24” back-gap that’ll result from this, but hey^2.

I saw earth worms sticking out tonight, first time I’ve ever seen THAT! weird and gross and cool all at the same time. I thought for a moment they “saw” my flashlight, but proved quickly that it was the impact of my footfall. Funny, now I know why the early bird gets the worm!

Nifty having a garage again, the air compressor is back online for the first time in...holy crap, must’ve been Coco in 7th grade? Or 6th? So 5-6 years? Anyway, when I put it in place, I thought that for me, “home is where the air compressor is” because it represents such a fixed-asset.

Also watched “Devil in the Blue Dress” tonight, and I must say I loved the way EZ Rawlins spoke of loving his house and going home. I wanted to feel that, but I think “home” for me is tied up in my MAKING it, which by any real estimate, I am now too old and poor to ever accomplish. Sad, really, seeing the limits to one’s time-axis begin to resolve. To far to range, but clearly it’s there. A lesson K’s death teaches me every day. Peace, up to a point.