Forgive the light blogging, my real life has been so topsy-turvy recently.
On May 27, I had two daughters going to school and living in apartments and a tidy garage with space for my car inside.
Kaboom!
On May 31, I had a garage full of plywood, cinderblocks, and two
apartments worth of furniture plus two daughters who just graduated and
moved and were busily getting packed to go biking in France.
Two dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts helped us endorphinate during the move
itself. But now–the girls are both gone–Frank and I are packing
to join them.
Meanwhile, there’s something eerie about seeing the normal equipment of
daily life–sofas, sweaters, dishes–uprooted from “permanence” and lugged
outdoors into a UHaul van. And there’s something uncanny about going out to
the garage to get my gardening gloves and seeing the ghostly shapes of
familiar stuff unfamiliarly stacked up on top of other stuff.
So, if I’m still vibrating, that’s probably why.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Brother K // Jun 7, 2004 at 4:04 pm
Perhaps we all used to feel those same “vibrations” when we ventured into mom’s Barn, sensing the faint voices of the random,dust-covered, seemingly abandoned chairs, tables, beds, and ancient tools. History does indeed have a certain mustiness to it.
2 betsy@f... // Jun 9, 2004 at 2:36 am
Yes indeed! And how about the vibrations of our sneezing as we rescued some of those dusty memories to re-introduce them to our lives?