Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I spent the morning pulling boxes and furniture down from piles and placing the items into the storage unit’s hallways. I opened several boxes and pulled out some favorite books I didn’t want to lose – Gravitation, The God Particle, Vision, Botticelli’s Dante, which I picked up at the show in London, and my hard to find books on faceting and various other bits and pieces.
As I was dragging a load down to the van, a professional mover who was helping someone else asked if I was trying to move the stuff all by myself. I must have looked pretty pathetic because when he was finished with the move, he came over to my unit. Ten minutes later, everything was back in the unit, the remaining boxes I needed to look through pulled out and a space provided to push the boxes back. What would have taken me half a day took him no time at all. And then he asked me out dancing Friday night. He said that he’d been taking Salsa lessons and wanted to try them out.
Well. Well. Of all possible outcomes from the day, this is one I didn’t expect.
Salsa dancing aside – and I love to dance – I finished what was a two day job today, thanks to Geraldo’s help. I salvaged what I needed and pulled down the gate and walked away from the rest, never to see it again.
Even with the help, my back is killing me tonight, so I ended the day walking along the Dog Beach, letting the sand and the fog and the pelicans do their magic, sipping on a latte as I treked through the sand. It was a wonderous day – sunshine, fog in from the ocean, cool, but not too cool. More of the same tomorrow and Friday, and I hope I can move tomorrow because I want to explore the newly renovated Ferry building, and walk along the Embarcadero. Friday, I’m thinking of driving around the golden circle. Not sure about Salsa dancing Friday night.
Maybe.
