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May 23rd, 2016

Weekend accomplishments

...initially, not much, as I had lazy mornings both Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday night, and I was still hangin' around (though I had gone out to the coffee shop near the house that afternoon), and wanting to get something done, I weeded out old paperwork. As that graduation column says, "Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements." I didn't need credit union and credit card statements from, say, 2007; so I spent a while shredding those by hand. Realization I'd already realized but then realized more strongly: account numbers can show up on A LOT of different parts of statements. "Oh, wait, there's another account number. Cut that out." The bulk of the paper is now in the recycling bin, with all sorts of holes in them and the smaller slices of paper I was cutting out getting thrown away elsewhere, in, um, places I doubt identity thieves would want to search through. (I used to be even more thorough: I used to put those bits of paper into the can I used to catch bacon grease.) And the paperwork I have left is better sorted now, which feels satisfying.

Sunday was more active, as in "needed aspirin" active: now that the Belmont Goats are over at their new site and the previous site is being prepped for development, the owners had disassembled the small barn so they can rebuild it, and yesterday afternoon I helped move lots and lots of that wood into a pickup truck and a car so we could unload it at the new home. Some of the especially long poles, we moved the two blocks ON OUR SHOULDERS: they wouldn't have fit in either vehicle. I'm sure that was a striking image for any drivers driving by, like they'd stumbled on Survivor contestants building their shelter.

I was then glad I hadn't showered until after helping move all that. Still a little sore, but accomplished.

Thanks for helping me remember, blog!

I can be specific: today I rode to the easternmost MAX stop. The last time I did that was Monday, July 7th, 2008. I know because I remembered that the day I did that was the day I read almost all of a novel.

Memory sometimes snaps into place like that.

I was killing time that Monday eight years ago, before road-tripping to Seattle the next day, and riding MAX with a book was a good way to do that. I had a worn copy of Steve Alten's MEG, the science fiction/horror novel about a giant shark. (A film version's about to get made, starring Jason Statham, somehow not as the shark. MAYBE HE'LL PUNCH THE SHARK.) MEG was a breeze to power through; and the Cleveland Ave. MAX station was one of the places I read it that day. (Brooklyn School Park was another, as that was the park nearest my apartment.)

I didn't finish MEG that day, but I came cloooooose. And the next day I successfully got to Seattle (in fact I got a speeding ticket. Argh) and stayed until Thursday the 10th, having good times like this (and starting my second read of Stephen King's The Stand).

Anyway. Bussing, MAX-ing, and reading happened today, too. This time the book is the science fiction novel Shades of Milk and Honey by Mary Robinette Kowal, who writes Jane Austen-style stories where magic exists. Trying something different, since obviously "read while on a train"'s been done...