Happy Saturday! I’m off to the post office with 30 postcards for an election in Pennsylvania. It’s warm here, so I’m wearing shorts. Don’t shoot me. It’s also windy. Then I guess I should come home and clean the house, because it really needs it and I’ll be out tomorrow. However, I’m not really feeling it.
Last weekend I was watching M packing up for China. She’s back there now — Alex’s company (he and a friend are starting a stop-motion animation company) is doing well, which means that the studio is expanding, and M and Alex, who have been living upstairs from the studio, will be moving into an apartment. The place they’re in is nice — it’s an actual house (they’re far enough from the center of Beijing that such a thing is possible) in a little neighborhood of houses. It’s got a yard, and it’s fairly big — the studio plus a kitchen, three bedrooms and a bathroom downstairs, and three bedrooms, two baths and a big living room upstairs. M has a nice studio upstairs, and they have a nice big bedroom with another room off of it. It seems a little sad to me to be losing such a nice, big space, but the apartments they are looking at are in another nice neighborhood (they’re called gardens) a 15 minute walk away. M says she will go back to the studio for lunch every day (it will be good for her to see people). And it will be exciting for them to have their own apartment and kitchen.
It’s also unbelievable cheap, apparently because they’re outside the 5th ring.
I can’t believe she’s been gone less than a week. We’d got used to having her around. I think we’re still adjusting to being just the two of us. In fact, I’m sure of it. Anyway, I may not get around to all the cleaning up I’m intending, and that’s probably ok. Possibly by next week I will have summoned the strength to face the basement, which is the key to all further cleaning.
There must be a way of balancing what you ought to do with what you would like to do. It doesn’t help that there are so many things you ought to do — exercise, see friends, clean the house, read books. It’s overwhelming! It doesn’t help that we now have to spend 5 hours a day reading news/writing postcards/calling government officials/arranging resistance events.
But surely leaving the house is the first step, so I’m off to the post office.