Empty Space

Yesterday my apartment went from looking like a storage area of boxes to being an empty space. Jim and Troy from Allied Van Lines came in a really, really, enormous truck to pack up my things. They built a sculpture wall in the truck, tying everything in with great precision so nothing moved. The truck was too big to navigate the tiny streets of beautiful downtown Belfast. Jim managed to ease it onto the side of Spring Street to load up the contents of #38, but Troy had to lug my books over the path from church rather than have the truck pull around the corner to Miller Street. The truck had to be backed out of Spring Street to leave town-- around the Post Office and out Route 3, heading for another pickup in Portland.

I was so intent on the whole process that I forgot to take a picture! You'll just have to imagine the ginormous orange truck with the extra long sleep-in cab trying to tiptoe through the 19th-century streets.

I stayed overnight with Jacqui both Monday and Tuesday. Chris and I will start out thie morning. Oh yes, and the bicycle story has another chapter: Jacqui and I couldn't put my dear old bike on the fancy new bike rack. Are we missing something? Or is the bike so old that its fork isn't the right size to fit the little bar that's supposed to hold it upright on the car? It's in the car now, on the way to Chris and Jay's house, where more eyes and hands can address this puzzle. Did I just buy an expensive bike rack for my as-yet unpurchased new bike?

The night before, I went to my last Scottish dancing class. I was too worn out from lugging stuff up and down stairs to actually dance, so I took pictures. One or two of them were okay. Since it was the 4th of July, there was a special program at our usual venue, the American Legion hall, so we danced on the stage at the Maskers.