Migration
Hail,
And a very brief note here today, because today is the last day of our house-moving. We (Sarah, myself, the various beasts) are in the old house, the vast majority of our stuff is in the new. The house echoes like a cathedral - a rather grubby cathedral with post-it notes stuck to the walls and scattered science fiction paperbacks in the corners, but a cathedral nonetheless.
Ninety odd percent of our stuff is in boxes. This means breakfast is going to be rye toast with peanut paste. That's not that bad, except that was last night's dinner and yesterday's lunch too, and breakfast was a stale sausage roll from a dilapidated service station, something from which you could have extracted ancient DNA, and before that was rye toast and peanut paste. If I don't get up and get on with it, lunch willl be rye toast with peanut paste, or some stale crackers I was going to give to the chooks, or a packet of cranberry jelly.
There is also the spice rack, but man does not live by garam marsala alone. Once we move I am going to sit down and eat something healthy and fresh. I want a salad with seven or eight essential food groups, including three we haven't discovered yet.
Anyway, the new place. We could only afford second hand - it was built in 1904 - and it has these vast high ceilings and little narrow doors. It actually does evoke something of the cathedral. It is close to friends, and it is cheap, taking into account Sarah's diminished interest in and capacity to work.
Anyway, I must load boxes into the horse-float. Shall reply/post/etc soon. Next post, I promise, will have substance.
Thanks for listening,
John
And a very brief note here today, because today is the last day of our house-moving. We (Sarah, myself, the various beasts) are in the old house, the vast majority of our stuff is in the new. The house echoes like a cathedral - a rather grubby cathedral with post-it notes stuck to the walls and scattered science fiction paperbacks in the corners, but a cathedral nonetheless.
Ninety odd percent of our stuff is in boxes. This means breakfast is going to be rye toast with peanut paste. That's not that bad, except that was last night's dinner and yesterday's lunch too, and breakfast was a stale sausage roll from a dilapidated service station, something from which you could have extracted ancient DNA, and before that was rye toast and peanut paste. If I don't get up and get on with it, lunch willl be rye toast with peanut paste, or some stale crackers I was going to give to the chooks, or a packet of cranberry jelly.
There is also the spice rack, but man does not live by garam marsala alone. Once we move I am going to sit down and eat something healthy and fresh. I want a salad with seven or eight essential food groups, including three we haven't discovered yet.
Anyway, the new place. We could only afford second hand - it was built in 1904 - and it has these vast high ceilings and little narrow doors. It actually does evoke something of the cathedral. It is close to friends, and it is cheap, taking into account Sarah's diminished interest in and capacity to work.
Anyway, I must load boxes into the horse-float. Shall reply/post/etc soon. Next post, I promise, will have substance.
Thanks for listening,
John
posted by Bronze John at 8:13 AM
3 Comments:
BJ, I just can not believe there are no McDonald's over there....
Good luck with the rest of your move! Hope you all get settled in well, and get something delicious to eat soon. According to that article I linked to in my blog, it should consist only of ingredients your great-great-grandmother would recognise :P
Camilla
:)
Your posts always have substance, honey. You're a substantive kind of guy. Meanwhile, I hope the rest of the move goes well, and that Sarah and all sundry animals (and any relatives still living with you who might call you a fascist dictatorship) are well and appreciative. Write more, in volume and frequency, please. Thank you.
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