Something about tracing a sternum against a second-story window lit by a graywhite winter’s day, the illuminated anatomical model from a book found in the garage while making space for one of the cars to fit between the stuff piled there for a garage sale scheduled sometime when the weather is warm again.
The garage temporary houses piles of containers, stacked desks (listed at
Craigslist, on the cheap!), mattresses (Ph. has gone with a futon), a jogging
baby stroller (uh…would require jogging?), a decorative artificial tree (listed at Craigslist,
cheap! cheap!), a travel crate for Y., etc. This list,
continued to its limits, would become so long as to be unreadable.
This is a shot of our holding bay (i.e., in-house storage unit) from
yesterday. Today it does not look so piled up as this. Relocation involves
a series of temporary storage spaces–relay stations. Ideally, the
distance between such stations is short enough that carrying items from one to
the next is not back-breaking.
