right out the window

the first few trees were down by early afternoon

today?

They called about an hour and a half agoto say he's on his way.

Tuesday, August 28 12:30 pm

OK we're ready. PSE came and shut off the power. Doug and Ken are diggin up phone cable so we can get our landline functioning again (something about a little phone booth in a tree). Heavy equipment guy, who was expected yesterday, is not here yet. Doug goes back to work tomorrow. I still have tons of stuff to find places for in our new HQ. Did a bunch of laundry today, in the former big, now little, shed with no walls. My camera is out of batteries and I don't have any idea where to get some. Gotta go to Port Orchard now to do something I tried to do yesterday, but was too tired to accomplish - take Danny a pair of contacts. I managed to get up there with no case and only one lens. I felt like just sitting down on the sidewalk, closing my eyes and falling asleep in hopes that someone would come along who would know what to do. Got more sleep last night, but I sure wish we could go on a road trip and just get out of here. Wouldn't that be nice?

piano moving

while thinking about how to get the piano onto the trailer.......
Doug sez "do you think we can just bring through over the corner?"
Ken sez "I dunno, I have gotten to the place where I'm thinking about thinking"
it's like they're professional piano movers already!

The moving van is here!

This is Ken's big trailer ready for a load




Danny's room, missing him.

waiting for something to change . . .

anything.



Heavenly Muse, Spirit who brooded on
The world and raised it shapely out of nothing,
Touch my lips with fire and burn away
All dross of speech, so that I keep in mind
The truth and end to which my words now move
In hope. Keep my mind within that Mind
Of which it is a part, whose wholeness is
The hope of sense in what I tell. And though
I go among the scatterings of that sense,
The members of its worldly body broken,
Rule my sight by vision of the parts
Rejoined. And in my exile's journey far
From home, be with me, so I may return.

Wendell Berry, from Remembering, a novel


and Doug wanted you to see these


the big shed becoming little

Local Moving Guy

Doug can move you down the trail, but not necessarily down the street.

He works pretty cheap because he doesn't have a lot of expensive equipment.

His helper doesn't do much but get in the way.

Although I cleaned up the kitchen after this particular packing session, so we could eat some dinner - just think ---- I don't actually have to clean this house when we move out!