My favourite thing I've never seen before
today: beautiful ice crystals which had formed in earlier footprints in the
snow. Like spiders' webs. Like tattoos.
I moved house today. I am so grateful to
Ruth for helping me move, even though it meant sacrificing a Saturday parking
space. I'm grateful that I'm already finished unpacking. That tardis move has
happened. When you pack a room, it goes on and on and on. Bag after bag. Where
did it all come from. Then you unpack; drawers are filled, mattresses and
quilts put to purpose, toiletries distributed, books shelved. Where did it all
go?
There are a few trailing things: folders I
don't yet have a place for. Endless pads of paper and spiral-bound notebooks,
most half-full. Occasional pictures. A couple of scary dolls. But most of
it has disappeared.
Part of that is because of Hilary's magic
cupboard (Sandison!). She's a carpenter by trade, is Hilary. She has built a
kind of cupboard/shelf-fest/storage unit that's just brilliant. It is a total
tardis. It's awfully nifty. It's got my stuff in it now. And my desk... oh, the
desk. Bugger 'tidy desk' policies. It's got a roll-down lid! I can finish up
and cover the carnage with that. Doesn't achieve the goal in any way - no peace
of mind with that - but it means I don't have to look at the clutter in the 15
mins or so between going to bed and going to sleep. That's nice.
I am grateful for a lovely card from J,
and for her extreme thoughtfulness in sending me post to get there before I got
there myself. For a text from J, an email from Rob and a link (oh, thank, you,
Lady Cardwell) from Helen.
(https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150776873638018&set=a.10150776873218018.502767.393450018017&type=3&theater).
Underwater dogs. Very good indeed. Well done, Seth Casteel. And for an easy
move. Of course I'm grateful for that.
I loved my morning with Ruth. We had a
posh breakfast, and then we moved my stuff. On the way back, we stopped to
visit Meadow Orchards, a sustainably developed/ing piece of land between Crouch
End and Muswell Hill, more on the Crouch End end. For the most part covered in
snow, it had all four seasons in it. The snow covered off winter pretty well,
but on one side, the trees had caught the snow, leaving an autumnal floor of
oak leaves and twigs making dappled browns all over. The sun did summer, all
balmy and insistent and occasional bulb protusions pushing up through the
ground brought spring to life.
I am grateful for a first night on my Tempur matress in about 8 months; for a novel to read in bed and for a lovely day ahead tomorrow. Good. Good. Good.
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