Monday, July 4, 2011

In which we arrive in a new home

1.
Well, we made the big move this weekend. There are still some odds and ends to move, but most of our things are at the new place.

2.
Some of that stuff is in the garage at the moment, because we're trying out to figure what might go where.

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4.
That twenty-six-foot sucker was a beast to drive, especially with the perpetual construction on Highway 50.

5.
I went for my first run in just over two weeks this morning. It was humid, but not too hot, and it felt good to be running again.

To be honest, the first mile or so didn't feel so good. But after that, it felt good to be running again.

6.
You know you're living in the country when you're out running and you see more rabbits in the road than cars.

7.
I'm on duty this evening, but being closer to campus makes that a bit easier.

8.
Henry David Thoreau, from Walden:
When first I took up my abode in the woods, that is, began to spend my nights as well as days there, which, by accident, was on Independence Day, or the Fourth of July, 1845, my house was not finished for winter, but was merely a defence against the rain, without plastering or chimney, the walls being of rough, weather-stained boards, with wide chinks, which made it cool at night. The upright white hewn studs and freshly planed door and window casings gave it a clean and airy look, especially in the morning, when its timbers were saturated with dew, so that I fancied that by noon some sweet gum would exude from them. To my imagination it retained throughout the day more or less of this auroral character, reminding me of a certain house on a mountain which I had visited a year before. This was an airy and unplastered cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and where a goddess might trail her garments. The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music. The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere.
9.
By accident, indeed.

10.
Happy 4th of July!

I'm looking forward to the fireworks this evening.

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