Tuesday, December 24, 2013
The last couple of months have been non-stop. A strenuous test of patience and endurance. After a search that required every spare minute since early summer, I moved into a new house. And two weeks later my mom moved into the guest house in the back. I worried that she could no longer live safely on her own in Arizona so now she's my neighbor.
One of the first things I accomplished after moving my belongings into the new house was to build a bookshelf. I enjoyed planning this. In fact I often found myself debating the design details as I drove to and from work. It consists of oak planks sitting on simple metal supports. I tried fitting my collection of books on the shelves but there were simply too many. So I edited. I also displayed a CD of Jane Birkin called Di Do Da where she sings in a breathy whisper. Rachel and I used to listen to this album in the perfume store where we work. I remember she once said, "It's a shame about her looks though...." Indeed.
I returned to my old place in Echo Park a couple of days after my move to clean the apartment and to remove any abandoned belongings. There were more than I anticipated. Two cars full. It's funny how when things are scattered over a space they seem more minimal than when condensed. I scrubbed the place like a hospital. Usually a melancholy accompanies the clear out of an old home and this time was no different. But mostly I was just tired and wired at the same time.