and i guess that i just don't know
Feb. 9th, 2026 04:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishSpoke with Rhonda the realtor and she's cautiously optimistic about the condo market. Plan is to put this place up for sale sometime in March. Which is closer than I think.
Started putting books in boxes. Need to get a decent amount of stuff out of the condo and into storage as I can before opening it up to potential buyers. Packing books is physically easy, I've done this enough times that I have it down to a science. The hard part is having them Not Around for awhile. Boardgames, too, and DVDs and who knows what else, I'll sort that out as I go. Gonna be an empty-feeling apartment for a couple of months.
There's also the obligatory `Cull. E.g. I've been carrying around Where Late The Sweet Birds Sang for, oh, since before I moved to Canada. At this point I am probably not ever going to actually read it. That sort of thing. I can leave culled books out and see if I end up reading any of them just because they're there, and if so whether they're worth keeping. Small favours.
As for actually moving... as Lou Reed sang ("sang"), I don't know where I'm going. Staying in the lower mainland is safe and fiscally responsible, and it's killing me by inches. Minneapolis is expensive and dangerous (health-care-wise) and far away. Elsewhere in BC is a complete unknown. No good options.
I -have- been keeping up on viola practice, at least. Turns out to be a good thing. Last week I went out with Kevin to a fiddle session at an Irish pub out in Kitsilano. It was pretty great. It's nice to be musicking with people, to get that enjoyable camaraderie and sense of all doing something together.
Viola means that I can't really play most fiddle tunes (viola's a fifth down from violin, so any high notes are unplayable at speed, at least for me), so I end up doing drones or simple harmonies. I'm always a bit nervous about that kind of thing. I've basically no formal training; I'm just doing things that seem like they'll fit in. People did seem to like it, and said nice things about it afterwards, so that was nice as well.
Started putting books in boxes. Need to get a decent amount of stuff out of the condo and into storage as I can before opening it up to potential buyers. Packing books is physically easy, I've done this enough times that I have it down to a science. The hard part is having them Not Around for awhile. Boardgames, too, and DVDs and who knows what else, I'll sort that out as I go. Gonna be an empty-feeling apartment for a couple of months.
There's also the obligatory `Cull. E.g. I've been carrying around Where Late The Sweet Birds Sang for, oh, since before I moved to Canada. At this point I am probably not ever going to actually read it. That sort of thing. I can leave culled books out and see if I end up reading any of them just because they're there, and if so whether they're worth keeping. Small favours.
As for actually moving... as Lou Reed sang ("sang"), I don't know where I'm going. Staying in the lower mainland is safe and fiscally responsible, and it's killing me by inches. Minneapolis is expensive and dangerous (health-care-wise) and far away. Elsewhere in BC is a complete unknown. No good options.
I -have- been keeping up on viola practice, at least. Turns out to be a good thing. Last week I went out with Kevin to a fiddle session at an Irish pub out in Kitsilano. It was pretty great. It's nice to be musicking with people, to get that enjoyable camaraderie and sense of all doing something together.
Viola means that I can't really play most fiddle tunes (viola's a fifth down from violin, so any high notes are unplayable at speed, at least for me), so I end up doing drones or simple harmonies. I'm always a bit nervous about that kind of thing. I've basically no formal training; I'm just doing things that seem like they'll fit in. People did seem to like it, and said nice things about it afterwards, so that was nice as well.