Friday, July 17, 2009

Sneezes and Avalanches


There. We moved. All I need to do now is figure out what, where, when, why, how, and who. In the meantime, between sneezes and avalanches, I think I’ll visit my favorite blogs. I’m anxious to see what folks have written and painted while I was away.

Update:
New Forum page added.

4 comments:

Joseph Hutchison said...

The thing I like about settling in after a move is that (for me, at least) items turn up that we long thought lost. A poem draft on the back of an envelope. A chipped coffee mug from The Strand bookstore in New York, where I've never been, but my daughter has. A souvenir mechanical pencil my father bought me on our trip to the World's Fair in Seattle in 1962, with a liquid-filled chamber magnifying an image of the Space Needle and a tiny elevator that travels up and down when you tilt the pencil....

William Michaelian said...

The experience has been the same here. And to the list we can add one mind, little used.... oops! There it goes again....

Jean Spitzer said...

Another good thing about moving is the period during which you choose which things to keep with you, which things to display. Actually, it's the same thing described above and what you've been reflecting on as you cleaned out the house, an occasion to remember the past.

Anyway, congratulations on completing the move.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Jean. Our oak dining table belonged to my great-grandparents. My father used to sit under it as a kid and listen to the adults tell their stories. Our “liquor” cabinet is an old wooden icebox that came from my grandfather’s uncle’s house in Fresno. Our piano, which needs tuning, was purchased by my grandparents for twenty-five dollars shortly after World War II. My grandmother’s beautiful old White sewing machine, complete with a lock of her hair in one of the drawers, is several feet behind me. And these are only some of the larger items — to which we must factor in our own accumulations from the past few decades....