I've been so busy that I only found time to post an update about the co-op when I boarded a train to Albuquerque on Saturday.
Category: madison
well, i’m here
Packing and unpacking took forever, as they often will, but moving day itself wasn't too bad—four of us guys, one fourteen-foot rental truck, three hours. Not including the pick-up and drop-off of the truck, but still, pretty good. There's a lot to be said for a simpler lifestyle, and there's one big piece of evidence right there.
music to pack by
Tomorrow is the big moving day.
Up until today, I've been laser-beam focused in my preparation for this move. I got a lot done quickly, and I think I'm more organized with this move than ever before. But today is harder. I took off from work today to make final preparations and I must admit that it's a bit harder now than it has been to stay focused.
another co-op beckons
Yes, I'm moving to another co-op, after 5 ½ years at my current one. A co-op on the other side of the Capitol was needing members, and after deliberating and praying about it, I decided it was time for me to take the leap.
time capsule 2003
My first bedroom in this co-op house was tiny—maybe 7 x 11 feet, and so I had to make hard decisions as to what keep in there and what I could temporarily part with. I moved out of the room only eight months later, and over the years I have gradually moved to bigger and bigger rooms within the house. But I never went through my stuff in the attic until last week. Going through these possessions was like going through a time capsule from 2003. I knew basically what was up there, but had forgotten about a lot of this stuff.
time capsule 1973
Today, a couple of young women stopped by our co-op house. One of them explained that her mother lived here in this co-op in 1973, and that her parents met here. They wondered if they could have a tour of the co-op and be allowed to take a few pictures.
more life lessons from a kayak
Waves were now lurching my kayak left and right and I nearly tumbled twice. I paddled furiously. I found myself quite angry at the wind and the waves. At one point, I remember using my paddle to take a good whack at a wave--partially in order to steer my craft, but also because, well, I felt the wave deserved a good whack.
summer rain
As I was walking home, it started raining one and a half blocks before I got to my house. I had an umbrella in my backpack, but I opted not to use it. I wanted to have the experience of being rained on. I highly recommend the experience.
wet and woolly wisconsin
Even people not from this area know that southern Wisconsin has been inundated with rain and flooding. What is creepy is how familiar I am with the places affected by the disaster.
invasion of the festival people…do i know you?
The WORT Festival is where these “festival people” first seem to come out of hibernation. Like various mammals native to this area, they’ve shed their winter coats, and walk with a bit of spring in the step, as if a burden had been removed from their shoulders.