A Colorburst Prayer

well, i'm here

2008-09-28T04:53:36Z

Packing and unpacking took forever, as they often will, but moving day itself wasn't too bad—four of us guys, one fourteen-foot rental truck, three hours. Not including the pick-up and drop-off of the truck, but still, pretty good. There's a lot to be said for a simpler lifestyle, and there's one big piece of evidence right there.

music to pack by

2008-09-05T21:43:10Z

Tomorrow is the big moving day.

Up until today, I've been laser-beam focused in my preparation for this move. I got a lot done quickly, and I think I'm more organized with this move than ever before. But today is harder. I took off from work today to make final preparations and I must admit that it's a bit harder now than it has been to stay focused.

another co-op beckons

2008-08-26T00:35:23Z

Yes, I'm moving to another co-op, after 5 ½ years at my current one. A co-op on the other side of the Capitol was needing members, and after deliberating and praying about it, I decided it was time for me to take the leap.

ladders, paint splatters, and other transition matters

2008-08-22T02:39:38Z

The neighborhood has settled down after it's busy upside-down moving day last weekend. The streets are clean again, and any crazy shuffling is now going on within the various rooms and apartments of this block. As for our house, we have had four new people move into our co-op house within the last week. We are a House In Transition.

time capsule 2003

2008-08-17T02:38:16Z

My first bedroom in this co-op house was tiny—maybe 7 x 11 feet, and so I had to make hard decisions as to what keep in there and what I could temporarily part with. I moved out of the room only eight months later, and over the years I have gradually moved to bigger and bigger rooms within the house. But I never went through my stuff in the attic until last week. Going through these possessions was like going through a time capsule from 2003. I knew basically what was up there, but had forgotten about a lot of this stuff.

time capsule 1973

2008-08-14T03:24:52Z

Today, a couple of young women stopped by our co-op house. One of them explained that her mother lived here in this co-op in 1973, and that her parents met here. They wondered if they could have a tour of the co-op and be allowed to take a few pictures.

the tea-kettle consensus

2008-07-25T02:30:43Z

I noticed that the first item on the house meeting agenda was to “come to some unified agreement about the tea kettle.” I was surprised that there might be anything controversial about the tea kettle.

laptop nomads seek air conditioning

2008-07-20T23:12:00Z

I may jinx myself by saying this, but I actually like the fact that the heat makes me get out of the house.

cave day!

2008-07-17T23:03:57Z

I walked into the kitchen and sure enough, on the whiteboard was written in big letters "CAVE DAY!" and underneath, it said, "Temperature 87 degrees, humidity 67%." Yes, the alert had been officially sounded.

more life lessons from a kayak

2008-07-10T21:14:45Z

Waves were now lurching my kayak left and right and I nearly tumbled twice. I paddled furiously. I found myself quite angry at the wind and the waves. At one point, I remember using my paddle to take a good whack at a wave--partially in order to steer my craft, but also because, well, I felt the wave deserved a good whack.