Packing my files into a banker’s box and wrapping the small nick-nacks of my past in bubble-wrap – this move is beginning to feel very REAL. The Mighty KTM has a new home in the Mountain redoubt and the interior of the kitchen has been cleansed of the oak-framed monstrosity of fluorescent tubes and converted to a tray-ceiling that will house a nice light of our own choosing.
On-going efforts include re-facing the chimney and a meeting with the stone-mason who will install dry-stack ledge-stone over the red and white and black brick. Then there’s all that chiffon-yellow to paint-out.
Back at the now temporary-home, the feeling of packing up a bookcase full of mementos seems a bit solemn and should be better extemporized by someone like Brigid… but it gave me occasion to evaluate some things and discard some others. There’s still a lot of crap to simply move, and the reloading bench is one of the heavy items. How did I ever get so much STUFF?? And then the entire Garage Mahal (which has grown numerously and sprouted new cabinets) needs to be dismantled and transported – with a new wiring octopus at the new location to attend-to… It’s crazy. Happy 4th of July!
BTW – Still want to get a dual-sport. Tip to on-line bike-sellers: Showing a pic of a bike with a paddle tire at Pismo may not be the best selling point: sand/salt/extended high-revs – stuff happens…