b'ham and other
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jazzfishI did in fact make it down to Bellingham on Saturday. I shipped out a number of games I'd sold last month, and exchanged most of a tub of books for substantially fewer books and also cash. I did not manage to exchange CDs and DVDs for cash as the place that I normally do that at is not taking either CDs or DVDs these days. Ah well.
One of the books was Dean Spanley, by Lord Dunsany. Which ... did you know they made a movie out of a Lord Dunsany story? Or that it starred Sam Neill and Peter O'Toole? I did not know this, and now I do. The book includes the Dunsany novella, the screenplay for the film, and a number of short essays about the transition from the one to the other. I am looking forward to both reading and watching.
I also had a bison burger for the first time since, well, the last time I was in Bellingham. I like bison. Someone near Blacksburg had a herd, so bison burgers were a Thing at a couple of restaurants there. It's ... smoky? Not really 'gamey,' but maybe that's the right adjective after all. It's got a stronger flavour than ground beef.
And I went out to Whatcom Falls and sat under a tree next to a waterfall and read my book for most of an hour. That felt genuinely soul-healing, forest and water and mostly-quiet and just sitting for awhile. Whatcom also has an amazing stone footbridge that was built by the WPA in 1940, so I admired that for a bit as well.
And then I came home and passed some sort of street festival a couple of blocks from the condo, so I went out and wandered that for a bit and had some sort of Indian tacos for dinner. (Round naan, more or less, with in my case korma and tikka chicken, and a bunch of veggies. Very tasty.) A fine way to end a good day.
I don't know. Back when everything with Emily was collapsing for the second time, in fall 2009, I had a ... vision, I guess, of walking into an empty apartment in Bellingham that was full of light and windows, and looking around, and thinking, "I could write here." I like the medium-town college-town feel of Bellingham, I like the walkability, I like water and the deciduous trees and the book-overflow of Henderson's.
I don't like that it's in the States, though. Not worth it.
But it's nice to remember that there are places I like. So: noted. I like Bellingham.
Today I reorganized my booksshelves a bit. I now have a shelf in my bedroom that can hold Random Stuff, and space in the main room for musical instruments in the hope that I'll actually make use of them if I can see and reach them. More importantly, the top of my dresser is clear, which means that there are now several places that can hold Art. Which means that I can break into the Pack O'Art and figure out what goes where.
And Erin is coming down later this week, which means she'll get to see the place when it's not full of a panicked Tucker and nothing else because the movers were jerks. I am looking forward to that. It's nice.
One of the books was Dean Spanley, by Lord Dunsany. Which ... did you know they made a movie out of a Lord Dunsany story? Or that it starred Sam Neill and Peter O'Toole? I did not know this, and now I do. The book includes the Dunsany novella, the screenplay for the film, and a number of short essays about the transition from the one to the other. I am looking forward to both reading and watching.
I also had a bison burger for the first time since, well, the last time I was in Bellingham. I like bison. Someone near Blacksburg had a herd, so bison burgers were a Thing at a couple of restaurants there. It's ... smoky? Not really 'gamey,' but maybe that's the right adjective after all. It's got a stronger flavour than ground beef.
And I went out to Whatcom Falls and sat under a tree next to a waterfall and read my book for most of an hour. That felt genuinely soul-healing, forest and water and mostly-quiet and just sitting for awhile. Whatcom also has an amazing stone footbridge that was built by the WPA in 1940, so I admired that for a bit as well.
And then I came home and passed some sort of street festival a couple of blocks from the condo, so I went out and wandered that for a bit and had some sort of Indian tacos for dinner. (Round naan, more or less, with in my case korma and tikka chicken, and a bunch of veggies. Very tasty.) A fine way to end a good day.
I don't know. Back when everything with Emily was collapsing for the second time, in fall 2009, I had a ... vision, I guess, of walking into an empty apartment in Bellingham that was full of light and windows, and looking around, and thinking, "I could write here." I like the medium-town college-town feel of Bellingham, I like the walkability, I like water and the deciduous trees and the book-overflow of Henderson's.
I don't like that it's in the States, though. Not worth it.
But it's nice to remember that there are places I like. So: noted. I like Bellingham.
Today I reorganized my booksshelves a bit. I now have a shelf in my bedroom that can hold Random Stuff, and space in the main room for musical instruments in the hope that I'll actually make use of them if I can see and reach them. More importantly, the top of my dresser is clear, which means that there are now several places that can hold Art. Which means that I can break into the Pack O'Art and figure out what goes where.
And Erin is coming down later this week, which means she'll get to see the place when it's not full of a panicked Tucker and nothing else because the movers were jerks. I am looking forward to that. It's nice.
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Date: 2022-07-12 01:46 am (UTC)