random thoughts – Day 1,901 – (Saturday) – dancing and schlepping

The day began with some box organizing/packing and then duet dance practice in my kitchen. The dancing helped work out some of the muscle soreness from yesterday’s stairclimbing and picking things up and putting them down.

There was a short break and then a couple friends arrived to help me clear the spare room. Close to nine years ago, we were emptying a moving cube and storing boxes in that same room.

My friends kicked ass. We got the upstairs shelving unit into the storage pod. Unlike the shelving unit that was in the basement that needed total disassembly to get up the stairs, the unit upstairs only needed the top three shelves removed and the top half of the corner supports unscrewed and then the bottom half fit down the stairs.

Much of the stuff in the spare room made it into the cube and was methodically and logically placed on the shelving units. The three space bags that the air was sucked out of with the vacuum yesterday were fully puffy with air today, which was disappointing, but the return of the air to the bags provided the appropriate bulk to fill the space between the two units.

Veggie burrito.

The reward for the hard work was dinner at Tijuana Grill on Market Street. The three of us enjoyed two orders of vegetarian burritos and a chicken burrito. We followed it with fried ice cream and then we were stuffed. 

As we walked to the car, it was pointed out that there was a tear in the right backside section of my camo cargo pants. I have no idea when this happened and these are my favorite banging around warmer weather pants, so it’s a bummer. I kidded about needing an iron-patch or maybe a nice zig zag stitch from my sewing machine. The machine stitch will have to wait, however, as the sewing machine was loaded into the cube this afternoon. Egads. Might be time to lay off the ice cream. 

Fried ice cream.

Tonight, I discovered another box of supplies for stained glass. This box has bevels of all shapes and sizes and like the others before it, weighs a ton. That makes four boxes of glass supplies – one of sheet glass, one of smaller pieces and scrap, one of bevels, and one with most of a spool of lead came. I thought the original spool was 50 pounds, but now I think it must have been 15. I’ve moved that spool myself several times and I don’t think I could pick it up and move it, even in my top physical condition beast mode derby days. Whichever, it’s most of a full spool and it’s damn heavy.

I can’t wait to be reintroduced to all my old art things and the idea of a craft room or art shed is really taking root. There are some glass patterns drawn and rolled in a cabinet, fabric whispering to me, and jewelry sketches tucked everywhere.