Food for Thought

This place, supposedly still our home, feels very alien to me: boxes are everywhere, dust bunnies are forming and the available floor space is rapidly disappearing. There is, somewhere in this mess, sadness and a feeling of loss, but I suddenly feel rather numb to it all. Or maybe it's just gotten lost in the…

The Business of Moving

--tomorrow is our permanent address Β and there they'll scarcely find us (if they do, we'll move away still further:Β  into now -E.E. Cummings ("84") Moving, there's no doubt, is an ugly business. Ever so slowly, the life that you carefully built is dismantled: book by book, dish by dish, sock by hole-in-the-toe sock. There's a…