The bay is freezing up...
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Miguel built me a shelf for my singing bowl and candles. The cross in the picture underneath is at Eyam, a plague village near where I was born, in England. The stained glass window is in the Anglican church in downtown Melbourne.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
All our stuff is here!
It was on the barge I could see from my window last weekend, and we went down to fetch everything out of the large wooden box it came in, on Tuesday. In the middle of a howling blizzard. Miguel wasn't tremendously impressed that we felt we couldn't wait until the wind dropped a bit and we wouldn't be stung with driving snow, but it felt like we'd waited long enough.
After everything was unpacked, we had three casualties. One mug of mine, that I quite liked, a jug I didn't feel very precious about, and Kirsten's favourite ornament. The box containing my good china was all lopsided and battered looking, but when I opened it up, the dishes had just moved over to one side of the box, and were unharmed. My friend who has been here about 8 years says it's making her want to get her stuff out of storage in Saskatchewan.
Now, all my pictures are up, my desk is sitting in the living room, and the books are happily in the bookcase. I had people over last night, and I was able to put chips out in the wooden bowl I got for an engagement present, and salami on my glass tray with cherries. It's funny, but the things I missed were little - my tiny green tea cups, my singing bowl, my Spanish shawl, my great-grandmother's bible. I got up in the middle of the night last night, and had juice in one of my little tea cups. Just because I could.
It was on the barge I could see from my window last weekend, and we went down to fetch everything out of the large wooden box it came in, on Tuesday. In the middle of a howling blizzard. Miguel wasn't tremendously impressed that we felt we couldn't wait until the wind dropped a bit and we wouldn't be stung with driving snow, but it felt like we'd waited long enough.
After everything was unpacked, we had three casualties. One mug of mine, that I quite liked, a jug I didn't feel very precious about, and Kirsten's favourite ornament. The box containing my good china was all lopsided and battered looking, but when I opened it up, the dishes had just moved over to one side of the box, and were unharmed. My friend who has been here about 8 years says it's making her want to get her stuff out of storage in Saskatchewan.
Now, all my pictures are up, my desk is sitting in the living room, and the books are happily in the bookcase. I had people over last night, and I was able to put chips out in the wooden bowl I got for an engagement present, and salami on my glass tray with cherries. It's funny, but the things I missed were little - my tiny green tea cups, my singing bowl, my Spanish shawl, my great-grandmother's bible. I got up in the middle of the night last night, and had juice in one of my little tea cups. Just because I could.