This is as far as we've got so far with our furnishings. As you can see we're cableized and have an honest to goodness chair which numb carried home from the consignment antique store yesterday. I had my eye on a lovely wing-backed armchair with a footstool, a Jacobean side table, and a stained glass table lamp but he'd neglected to bring his backstrap harness. That meant I had to put the plum colored Victorian sofa back on the shelf for another day too.
I'd like to tell you we've comfortably settled into this place or this one but that would be telling a fib, something I try hard not to do. They're both houses not too far down the block from where we actually do live in a neighborhood of equally magnificent places interspersed with apartment buildings much like ours.
We've been going for long walks every morning and finding many places and views worthy of photos. We're both thinking Halifax is a very well kept secret among connoisseurs of North American cities. Today we walked all around Point Pleasant Park at the southern tip of the peninsula but it was so early the sunrise killed any attempt at picture taking of the seaside panorama.
This prospect of Victoria Park Gardens is what greets us every day and weekend mornings are especially quiet. Further up the street is the much larger area of the Public Gardens with the lake, bandstand and all the associated things you'd expect. Of course, if you live in many cities you're glad enough to see a patch of dirt and a tree now and then so I shouldn't generalize.
The photo isn't very clear because the building is having facing work done and the balconies repaired so cement dust has accumulated on the windows. Still, you can see we overlook a cool park with a fountain just beyond and below us and an old church across the way.
We were very lucky to find this place and the fact we can easily walk downtown, to the waterfront, to tons of little cafes and odd shops all around us makes it well worth the wait for these guys not to be showing up at our windows first thing on weekday mornings. In a way I'm just as glad our stuff isn't here quite yet because I'll have enough to vacuum once they take their jackhammers away. In the meantime, numb is prepared to hold a towel up at the bedroom window so I can make it safely to the bathroom for a shower and my clothes at 7:30am.
The adventure continues.
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
waiting for albert camus
I don't mean to complain, or bitch, or grumble, and I don't as a rule, but what the hell else is a blog good for if you can't speak your mind? I can't recall another time in my life (other than school) when I've had long periods of inactivity forced on me.
I'd like to draw, or paint, or make something. I'd like to sit in a chair. I'd like to hang a picture or decide what to wear before going out. I'd like to cook a proper meal. I'd like to vacuum the carpet. I'd like to get a book from a shelf. I'd really like to go on-line. But I can't do any of those things right now. I can't even call a friend on the west coast because even though it's after 9am here it's still it's 5am there and nobody likes me that much. I don't even like anybody enough to want to chat at 5am.
We're waiting for our belongings that haven't left Portland yet. It took us 9 days to drive here at an average speed of 70mph in between good hotels in the northern wilderness. There are more of them than we'd expected. We sat out a day waiting for a hurricane to blow past. Even if the truck leaves this morning we're unlikely to see our things until the last day the moving contract stipulated - a week from this coming Friday.
Now I'm sitting at the edge of our only piece of furniture - the futon we had delivered on our first day here - while we wait for the person who's coming to hook up the cable for our phone and internet. I'm trying to ignore the men with jackhammers on the suspended platforms outside our 7th floor windows as they grind down the cement on the balconies above and below us. I saw one of them stumble a while ago and my heart skipped a beat. Apparently all that work will be done in a few weeks too.
♡ Hurray! The cable guy just left so now I can post this. I'll come back to visit a little later since now would be a good time to go for a walk and get away from the racket. It already feels better not having to hope for random wi-fi access or having to go outside simply to find a connection spot.
Things are looking up.
I'd like to draw, or paint, or make something. I'd like to sit in a chair. I'd like to hang a picture or decide what to wear before going out. I'd like to cook a proper meal. I'd like to vacuum the carpet. I'd like to get a book from a shelf. I'd really like to go on-line. But I can't do any of those things right now. I can't even call a friend on the west coast because even though it's after 9am here it's still it's 5am there and nobody likes me that much. I don't even like anybody enough to want to chat at 5am.
We're waiting for our belongings that haven't left Portland yet. It took us 9 days to drive here at an average speed of 70mph in between good hotels in the northern wilderness. There are more of them than we'd expected. We sat out a day waiting for a hurricane to blow past. Even if the truck leaves this morning we're unlikely to see our things until the last day the moving contract stipulated - a week from this coming Friday.
Now I'm sitting at the edge of our only piece of furniture - the futon we had delivered on our first day here - while we wait for the person who's coming to hook up the cable for our phone and internet. I'm trying to ignore the men with jackhammers on the suspended platforms outside our 7th floor windows as they grind down the cement on the balconies above and below us. I saw one of them stumble a while ago and my heart skipped a beat. Apparently all that work will be done in a few weeks too.
♡ Hurray! The cable guy just left so now I can post this. I'll come back to visit a little later since now would be a good time to go for a walk and get away from the racket. It already feels better not having to hope for random wi-fi access or having to go outside simply to find a connection spot.
Things are looking up.
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