We had a glad-making sunny day yesterday, and I was able to use that. Like popfiend, I'm apparently solar-powered, and respond better to life when there's plenty of sun in it. Wednesday was socked in; coincidentally, so was I, not leaving the apartment and not doing much. I had to get more done yesterday.
I did get out (thanks, buses and my legs) to the Hawthorne Powell's, selling $10 worth of books; to the Belmont library branch, where the books I hadn't been able to sell I was able to donate; to the Hawthorne Fred Meyer, where $8.30 of that $10 became groceries; and to a Starbucks south of that (39th/Cesar Chavez Blvd. and Holgate, there now you can retrace my steps), because I had a 15-minute wait for the bus home so why not do it in a warm store?
And last night, I gave myself another excuse to go out and I walked/bussed down to where a bridge is moving. The Sellwood Bridge is being moved over to temporary supports, a piece at a time, so that its replacement bridge can be built where the bridge itself has stood for the past 87 years. I'm glad I don't have that job. It was dark by the time I got down there, down on the east approach to the bridge, so the best clue I had for anything being moved was the darkness ahead of me
So. I'm here. And can still write. What else can I do?
* I was wrong. I looked again today (Friday, 1/18/2013) and the darkness I'd seen was just due to shadows caused by a floodlight. The pieces of the bridge that have been moved are farther along the span; the construction crew has shifted a short chunk of it several feet, then the next chunk several more feet, and a third chunk several feet still. The long bits of the bridge that need to movde to the temporary supports will get moved in the next few days. This is a fascinating job, and I'M GLAD I'M NOT DOING IT. Whoa.