Wednesday, April 29, 2015

New House, Continued

"I know what moving means!" Oblomov went on, growing more and more impressive.  "It means noise, breakages; everything is heaped together on the floor.  The portmanteau, the back of the sofa,  picture, pipes, books, all sorts of bottles one doesn't see at other times are sure to turn up from somewhere!...One half is here, another on the cart or at the new flat.  One wants to smoke, takes up the pipe, but the tobacco is gone; one wants to sit down, but there is nothing to sit on! And if one is thirsty, the decanter is here, but there is no glass! And t the new flat, everything is in the wrongplace:  pictures on the floor by the walls, galoshes on the bed, boots in the same bundle with the tea... 

"And you think the moving will be over by the evening, but no, it means at least another fortnight's bother. Pictures to hang, curtains to put up- it's enough to make one's life a misery!  And the expense! ... Why did you talk of moving!  No man could stand it!"

- Ivan Goncharov, "Oblomov," 1859.

New House

We have moved to a new house. 

Until last week we lived in a lovely old neighborhood in the city.  Now we live in a new development in the country.  Until a couple of years ago my front yard was part of a cornfield.

It's a big change.  I no longer live a five-minute walk from a lovely bistro and a wonderful independent bookstore.  But I think I'm going to like it here.  It's a ten-minute drive from my daughter's school. a ten-minute walk to church, and it's very quiet.

I know there's a lot I'll miss about the old 'hood.  But change is a good thing today.

So while I'm on the subject of "change is good," I'm going to make another:  I hereby re-dedicate myself to this old blog.  I will post every day even if it's just "yippee, I unpacked another box."  Or "Hey whaddya know, Hillary has another scandal cooking."  You know.  Boring stuff.

As my readers know, I'm pretty good at boring.

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Happy Easter!

I'm a couple of days late, but it's Easter all week long, right?
And hang in there with that Divine Mercy novena!
Are these great days, or what?