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| Amelia's first Buche de Noel |
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| Ray's method of deconstructing the Christmas tree |
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| My grandmother's tablecloth comes out once a year |
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| A smaller version of a childhood favorite |
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| The woods with Cameron and spiderwebs |
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| That's all, folks! |
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| Ours is on the left |
1/3/16 4:29 PM
It was New Years Day, 2016. Ray and I were still eating
breakfast in our home in the country.
Kent was the first to arrive, not surprisingly, a little
before 9 am. He looked like a cross between Santa Claus and Jimmy Stewart,
lanky with a full white beard. We had known each other more than 30 years and
he was the salt of the Earth, a really nice guy. He was an attorney helping
people get the disability payments they were entitled to. He was also really
smart, reading a lot and remembering it, in all kinds of subjects, sports,
politics, you name it. He could talk about anything and usually did.
“Strong back, weak mind,” he said disparagingly of himself.
“Just tell me what you need me to do. I take direction well.”
Although Ray was a great packer, meticulous about getting
everything in right, he would much rather talk to Kent than start loading the
truck. We were hoping to leave by noon, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t
happening. He ate some breakfast and showed Kent where we were heading, but I
was getting pretty restless by the time anything happened. Gradually, though,
they managed to get three bookcases into the back of the truck. Kent would help
carry and then stand around while Ray carefully tied it in.
Meanwhile, his wife Becky had arrived. She had eaten and
taken the dogs for a walk before coming over. They almost always went
everywhere in two cars. In this case, Kent was going to work as soon as he left
us and Becky had errands to run. “She’s really good at packing,” Kent bragged.
It was true. I had seen her in operation before, with things spread out in the
driveway getting ready for a trip to the beach. The thing was, she always took
way more than I thought she needed. She drove a minivan, even though their
kids, like ours, were grown and gone, out on their own in their 20s and 30s.
Hers were on the West Coast, mine not quite so far away, in North Carolina and
Massachusetts.
She packed several boxes of books for me before I hit the
jackpot. Molli had carried up some things from the basement she wanted us to
bring to her, but she hadn’t exactly packed them. They were fairly randomly set
in boxes, new wedding presents and old glass figurines, none of them wrapped or
arranged with any care. Becky set to work. “Don’t you want me to run out and
get more boxes…or buy some paper?” she asked me. “I’m sure we can manage,” I
said. The nearest store was five miles away, and it was a good bit further to
any place she could buy packing materials.
One of my goals for my new life was to buy as little as
possible…use up, make do or do without. Becky was a classic consumer, and her
house was like mine, only more so, filled to the brim with STUFF. They were all
things we had wanted at one point, but we rarely used them or admired them or
got any pleasure from them. Mine had become a weight around my neck, like the
albatross to the mariner, and I was running away as fast as I could.
John Z and Gini arrived shortly after that, bringing corn
bread and greens and jumping in. Gini helped Becky with the packing and John
helped carry. A retired architect, he was also really good at advising us on things that would make
our house sell better.
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| We could have taken twice as much! |
The last of the crew was John O, a retired math professor.
He had a sailboat and was great with knots, so Ray appreciated his help. He
also hung right in there and managed to stay busy all the time. He and Ray were
mainly on the truck and we would bring them boxes or John Z and Kent carried
things to them, like our bed. Moving the bed revealed a nasty layer of dust on
top of some things that had been under there, like old slippers.
Unlike years ago, our friends were not interested in helping us move in exchange for
pizza and beer. They just wanted to help us and be with us. We gave John O.
some beer that we had in the fridge to take home, so it would get used. We
drank a bottle of champagne, with orange juice, and finished up the Christmas
stollen I had made. It was still delicious. We ate turkey soup and corn bread
and greens and sent them away. We could probably finish better without their
help, once all the heavy things were on the truck. The big old TV was the last
to go, although we did not plan to pay for cable service in Massachusetts. We
would watch DVD’s from the library instead.
At the other end, in Cambridge, Molli and her husband and
sister-in-law were waiting for us. It was 11:00 by the time we got there, and
pretty cold. There had been snow a few days before and there was a little
frozen dirty snow at the edges of the street. Molli gave me the keys and I
grabbed a few small things and opened the door. Molli and Carlos had the box
spring. They decided it wouldn’t fit in the elevator and muscled it up two
flights. I took the elevator, which WAS small, but elegantly shabby, with
marble on the walls and floor.
I unlocked the door’s two locks and looked at my new home. A
narrow entrance hall, with a tiny bathroom on the right and coat closet on the
left. Straight ahead the bedroom, which seemed quite large to me now with
nothing in it. It had a long closet and a good-sized window. The main room was
to the left, with a kitchen at one end. There was room for a table and chairs,
as well as a couch and TV. It had a really large window, with a view of another
apartment building. The wood floors were nice and the little kitchen had
everything I needed, including a tiny dishwasher. I couldn’t wait to start
putting things away.
For now, though, we got the bed in and Tamara helped me make
it (we had put the sheets where we could get to them easily and remember where
they were). There was a suitcase with pajamas and toothbrushes and everything
else would wait. We turned on the heat and got into our bed. It was so cold,
Ray asked for some sweaters to put over us, on top of the heavy blanket.
***
Yesterday, we picked up a few more items from my cousins: a
small dresser, a small coffee table, and some more dishes, glasses and
flatware. Then we returned the truck to Medford. Medford is where my Mom grew
up and I always am excited to see it. I keep thinking I’ll naturally feel some
connection, which is pretty silly since I don’t even remember her talking about
visiting there. Her Mom moved away when she got married and she didn’t seem to
be particularly fond of the place. I think they lived mainly in poverty and
loneliness. Her older sisters and brother were ten years older and didn’t live
nearby.
1/6/16 7:47 AM
It was bitter cold yesterday (8 degrees in the morning!).
Much warmer today at 20. Fortunately the heat works very well. It is electric
baseboard, with a thermostat for each room, so I keep the bedroom quite cold
most of the time and turn the living room down when I go out. It heats up
really quickly once I turn it on again. I am a little concerned about how much
the bill will be, but won’t know that for a while.
We are pretty much settled now, with (almost) everything we
could want. I have been reading Marie Kondo’s book about “tidying up.” It is
really quite interesting, although I am not a convert to her entire method
(emptying your purse every time you come home and putting it away is overkill
for me). My favorite thing so far is folding clothes and putting them in the
drawer so you can see everything you have. I also like the idea of “heaviest”
on the left and lightest on the right. I’m not sure why it makes sense, but
maybe just having a system is good.
I have my own version of her system: choose the things that
you like best and move them to a new place. Whatever is left you can get rid
of! I will try to get rid of unnecessary clutter every day and keep things tidy
here. Already I have some things I don’t really need, but I do have some unused
storage space! It’s a great feeling. Six dresses is probably enough, right?
Every thing I do is establishing a new routine for me, which
is a powerful thought. Of course, it can be changed if it doesn’t work, but
it’s interesting to think about what the next year will bring. I have been
going to bed very early (which is normal for me anyway), partly because it’s
cold and I am tired and sore from what I have been doing. It’s also in part
because there is no TV or internet! I can’t decide if I like how freeing that
is, or can’t wait until I have the money for it. In the meantime, I can watch
DVD’s (the Elton John Greatest Hits concert that I never watched before, for
instance) and read. I can also take my computer to the library to use the
internet, or go to Molli’s.
She asked if we wanted to have dinner with them last night.
Of course, I said yes. Since the table is here, we ate here, and I made dinner.
I even made a blueberry pie, Molli’s favorite. I had taken frozen blueberries
with me and they had thawed and needed to be eaten…if I want blueberry
pancakes, I’ll have to buy more. For the main course, I planned chicken curry.
Unfortunately, I have no spices other than salt and pepper. Also no celery. It
was still edible, but maybe not really curry.
Tamara showed up before Molli and Adrian, who were about an
hour late. She had an away swim meet and that is why we were going to have
dinner, just the four of us. Five is doable, but I didn’t make quite enough
rice. Of course, she was very hungry too.
Our main task yesterday was walking to the hardware store in
Harvard Square, Dickson’s. It is a pretty interesting and quirky old store. One
of the fun things about that part of Cambridge is the juxtaposition of old and
new. The Gap is across the street. There is history all around, but lots of
tourists and students as well. We had keys made to the apartment for Molli and
Tamara…and Ray. We bought some necessities, like light bulbs and a Swiffer.
One of Marie’s lessons is to appreciate everything you own.
In my case, having a lamp that brightens the bedroom is delightful…and a nice
new Swiffer to keep the wood floors clean. Abundance that does not bring joy is
almost a burden. Being able to take pleasure in every object in my space is
very valuable…and to be grateful for the job they are doing…my worn loveseat
and ottoman that have been underused for many years are now the focal point of
my living room. There is a photo on the wall over them that my Dad took of a
sunrise, with the Seal Island Bridge in the background. It makes me happy for
many reasons. It’s beautiful, my father took it and had a large print made for
me, and it reminds me of when I was younger and we spent summers in Nova
Scotia. I was asleep below when my Dad took the picture.
I am very nervous about the future. Ray leaves on Saturday
and I will miss him. I am not sure how I will like living alone. Somehow that
wasn’t really part of my plan. I came here to be with Molli and Tamara, and I
will see them a lot. Yet, when this apartment became available and I thought I
could afford it, thanks to my employment, it seemed like a good idea to give
them (and me) a little space. Three women in two bedrooms wasn’t ideal.
I generally try to be rational and make decisions based on
all the factors. Yet, lately I seem to be flying by the seat of my pants and
following my intuition over and over again. The jury is still out on whether
that is going to be a good thing in the end. I am supposed to be concentrating
on getting the house on the market, but that hasn’t happened. This was the week
we were going to work on that, but we brought a truckload of stuff here
instead. Ray is coming back for MLK day and he didn’t like the idea of sleeping
on an inflatable single bed on the floor, with little or no furniture. We
realized that we had time to drive now and he wouldn’t again until March. It’s
easy to rationalize now, but the house is still not ready to be listed!
Also, it’s cold here and there’s not a lot for us to do, now
that we are pretty much moved in. Grocery shopping, cooking, washing dishes…
Once I am working, it makes sense to be here, obviously. Ray can always work on
his class preparations.
