Monthly Archives: August 2012

When I lose my marbles (among other things)

My first day in New York goes well, though it is full of chores. I have a meeting with my new HR department, followed by other meetings in which I get keys to my new office, and a brief stop … Continue reading

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D-Day

7:15 a.m.:I’ve had about four hours of sleep. I never sleep well before big events. A move across the country appears to fall in that category. Saturday and Sunday were spent dispensing with more possessions: locker and gym membership, bicycle, … Continue reading

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The Post Office: Episode 2, Saturday

The Post Office: Episode 2 8:55: Our protagonist is dragging more boxes down the stairs in anticipation of the arrival of another friend (F) who is taking the next shift of postal mailing. She is clearly sore from the previous … Continue reading

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The Post Office: Episode 1, Friday

The Post Office: Episode 1, FridayRecap: Our inept protagonist (P) has been boxing her possessions for a few days, thanks partly to her intrepid friend’s visit to the liquor store for boxes. P has blacked out the alcohol brand names, … Continue reading

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Turnover

Every year departing hordes leave new heaps on city curbs: sagging sofas broken chests— detritus of college years. Debris of living bought at Scandinavian D-I-Ys.   Would that one could do the same for some memories. Harvest them from attics … Continue reading

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There is a Tide in the Affairs of Men

which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. –Brutus, Julius Caesar. In the race to catch the tide that will take me to New York next … Continue reading

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Dearly Beloved…

… We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of this writer and the Jackson Heights apartment in holy rent-imony. The writer met this apartment less than a month ago and knew that this is who she was meant … Continue reading

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