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So I moved last month. Me, the boxes, the three flights of stairs. Always I am genuinely surprised by the quantity of stuff I can accumulate without even noticing. Always I overestimate my capacity for completing super-human projects with my non-super-human ability. So here we are. It's one of those places you only find by knowing someone. It's a gem, really. A bargain that is practically a steal. We are fortunate. We are grateful. We feel a little bit like the kid in the Mean Joe Green Coca-Cola commercial. We feel like Columbia is Mean Joe Green and we are relieved that after five years and five thousand six hundred and ninety-two bottles of Coke, Mean Joe finally gave up the jersey. Thank you, Mr. Green. I think I can settle here for awhile. I think I can live without always wondering if I should be wanting something more. What I have is so good. What I have is comfortable and comfortably me. I am surprised --and delighted-- that I am willing and able to say such a thing. _________________________________________ back | forth | archive | contact | diaryland |