I am getting used to this business.
Today I drove M to school, then took the car back to the shop for even more work and it’s still not finished. It has to go back on Tuesday for some kind of radiator fan. Hmm. It’s getting expensive for such an ancient car. However, I think it’s actually in pretty good shape now.
(This is really boring, isn’t it?)
Anyway, I BARTed home, walked by the used bookstore and bought a book for a dollar, stopped in a cafe for sustenance then came home and had more sustenance with K, who was home for an early lunch.
Jeanne and I had an appointment to read, she in Ohio and I here, so I sat out in the garden and read. Things are looking very bad in Leningrad right now — serious food problems. It’s funny, because when I was in St Petersburg, N kept saying, “Well, they lived through the famine,” as though it excused any number of things. I’m not exactly even sure what sorts of things, although in her mind there were things. Elderly women in high heeled boots and fur coats, maybe. Hmmm. And Zhukov came in (although he left before the famine because Moscow was then in trouble) and was irrascible and saved the day. The name Zhukov, I believe, is related to the word for beetle.
Anyway, it was really nice out in the yard, and now I am in, and since M wanted a burrito for dinner, I’m not even cooking.
I can’t help but think of this as sort of a test run for next year, when there are no kids around and I have more time to myself, and for about ten years from now, when I will most likely retire. I like where we live, and I’m glad we moved from where we used to live, which as about 8 miles north in a poorer city. I liked my old city, but it was really not set up for walking. Here I can walk downtown easily and catch the train, and run into people I know all over the place, which was also not the case there. I can walk to the library, which is a good one. It’s actually nice. You know my dream is to retire to Labrador, but I’m sort of rethinking that a bit. I won’t know anyone there.
Maybe a summer house on a lake in Maine that we can also visit in the winter to ski and have Christmas. Or rent out this house and live there for a year, or spend the winter in St Petersburg or Helsinki.
This is presuming funds I don’t have, but I’m just feeling out the possibilities here . . .
Anyway — I have to say it’s not feeling all bad around here.
Tomorrow I am really going to tackle the closets. Just you wait.