Shift a few cartons
Once the bread was started, the only logical thing to do was put on my shoes. Which, of course, left the dog bewildered. Why was I going to the basement, without his leash? Keep wondering, puppy. Life will have many questions for all of us over the next few weeks.
Actually, I had an urge to tackle some of the basement areas that have remained untouched. Over there, behind the bicycle. And with a quick shift of some empty shipping cartons, I fell back in time. Three decades and more. Lesson plans from the beginning of (my) time. Summer school broadsheets; laid out the old-fashioned way with hot wax and a sharp knife. Receipts. Old pay stubs (proof I’ve never been overpaid). And finally, gold. Actually silver; a decade of filed negatives which needed to be packed in the “to go” pile.
After moving some heavy cartons of books, I had the satisfying job of knocking shelf brackets free. A solid tap with a rubber mallet, and “ker-ching”. Ready to be placed in a neat bundle for future use. With the shelving down (almost all of it), I came across some rolled documents: maps of my world, from various periods. I found a stout mailer, and rerolled the whole lot.
Eventually, the novelty and the dust wore me down. More to do, soon.
Came across another Daniel Day-Lewis movie, just before supper. The man is a chameleon; even though I have watched a wide cross-section of his effort, I doubt I’d recognize him in the next fast food booth.
