With all the books and other heavy things I’ve had to handle, and the full boxes that I was lifting and carting around, I sprained my left wrist. After the injury, it would feel like it was out of place periodically, and I’d have to apply traction (pull on it) and wiggle it just the right way & then it would pop back to being a functioning, if sore, joint again. This went on for weeks. It wasn’t great, wasn’t getting better. It ached much of the time, but I could live with it, could work with it. Until the other day when I used my wrist, and I heard, “crunch, crunch, klunk” in there. It went out of place, swelled, and hurt like hell, constantly. I couldn’t use it, lean on it, or think about very much else that was going on. My friend Di, from New Zealand was staying with me, and I was so frightened that my wrist was fractured, I was just kind of obsessed with it. I’m afraid I was not a very good host that night.

I picked the rig up from Camping World in Kingston. Spent the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday cleaning it. A post-mechanic and pre-move-in deep cleaning.

I’ve spent much of my life trying to “push the river.” But now, here I am about to step out of the stream. 

           My home looks like a post-Super-storm Sandy clean-up effort, without the salt water.

Alyssa came over to help me empty the storage loft. I had built it in the hallway, just inside my front door. With the high ceilings in this apartment, I was able to create a loft that was five feet deep, by three feet high, and 42 inches across.

Perhaps I can't lead a paper-free life, but these apps enable me to make a choice about what to take, and what to scan.

And these Birks are coming with me.

I have always wanted to explore Nova Scotia and Cape Breton. I have actually planned the trip there a few times over the last twenty years, only to have it fall apart for various reasons. I think that finally, I’m actually going to spend some time up there this summer.

Horrifying dream last night. Linda Hartmann was in it, (an RVing/work connection?) we were trying to get away from these monster assassins, just barely escaping from the place where they had us cornered, and out into the night. Running, running! 

I think it started with driving, more speed, more deals, more sky, more wheels/

            More things to leave behind, now it's all in a day for the modern mind/

            And I am traveling again/

            Calling this a ghost town, and where is the heartland?/