But I could not have done it in anything like the degree of efficiency, if it weren't for my downstairs neighbor, Mary. She stood and patiently wrapped small random glass and china articles that kept showing up in the corner of cupboards or the back of shelves, as I plodded up and down, up and down, with box and basket. And she was the one who opened the coat closet door, as I was coming back up for a final check of the rooms, to reveal it full of coats, hats, scarves, gloves and a broken fan. I wasn't very excited about that at the time, but now I imagine (with happy relief) the surprise and distress of looking around for my winter coat when the snow starts falling, and I'm very glad.
So, my new apartment is a happy disaster, as you can well imagine, especially after I sifted through four or five anonymous black plastic garbage bags this morning, looking for my black work pants. I finally had to be satisfied with wearing blue jeans to work today, but fortunately, no one has come to the office for the past few days. So we'll hope for the best!
Now this morning, I got up at five-thirty, not from any need, but because I was wide awake -- gonna have to re-program myself over the next few weeks -- and did some very desultory putting away of things. Which is to say, that I put books on two shelves and some band-aids in the bathroom. I headed out at seven, to see if I could get in my call on the new credit union (my old one required me to live in Clackamas County) and a stop at Food Front for a bus pass.
(Hmmm -- spell check does not accept the word "Clackamas" and suggests that I really want "blackamoors." Don't think so.)
But the credit union was reacting to construction on their building by opening half an hour later than usual, and Food Front doesn't open until 8 anyway, I observed. So I went ahead and caught the number 15, and rode it all the way here! Around the corner from my door, to three blocks from work! Pretty darn good.
So now -- let me just say this out loud -- I live in Northwest once again. I never have to drive down Hwy 224 again in my life, unless I want to. I am tired and my eyes are sunken, I have 34 visible bruises and six blisters, and three cuts. But I am very, very happy.