Friday Five Moving

Jigsaw Puzzle of Life by the McGarrigle Sisters (kind of describes me and BL)

"We are right in the middle of a move--only twenty minutes away, but we're still a mix of busy, excited, nervous and surprisingly full of grief about what we're leaving, for me at least. So this week's Friday Five asks about your experience of the marvels and madness of moving..."

1. How many times have you moved? When was the last time?
The last time I moved wasn't really a move. I moved out of my weekend house after selling my half to an ex. I had owned my part for about 14 years and used it a lot. It was in Orient, NY, a two and a half hour drive and it was getting too cumbersome in too many ways...

2. What do you love and hate about moving?
I don't like moving, really.

3. Do you do it yourself or hire movers?
The only time I've hired movers was when I moved to this apartment in 1980-Star Trek Movers-no really! I didn't own much at the time.

4. Advice for surviving and thriving during a move?
Ah, can't give you that. Not enough experience

5. Are you in the middle of any inner moves, if not outer ones?

I'm searching for my spirituality, still searching. I guess that moving in a direction.

Bonus: Share a piece of music/poetry/film/book that expresses something about what moving means to you.
I'm going to repost the McGarrigle sisters Mendocino which so reminded me of Orient. We had a little music group there, and that's one of the songs we sang and played. It really made me nostalgic. (Unless I can find Jean Redpath who used to come visit in Orient, NY.)

Don't forget to get your 'mass pass' to go the other way!

As we all know by now, the current draconian, 80 year old white celibate-or so we hear- head catholic man is coming to our fair city to screw up traffic and to spawn a host of demonstrations and tastless, yet funny souveniers. Here's one from Washington in their mass transit ad.

Show at MOMA

BL and I studied this picture for quite a while before before we figured out that the green things are Watermelons and not peas and the woman is the artist. They're floating in the dead sea. The watermelons are attached together like a huge string of pearls, albeit green. We wondered how the artist got in there. According the review, she's laying on the pontoon like assemblage, but it looks like she is a part of it. How did she get in there? Did she swim in and then emerge in the right place and situate herself. The reflection from all that green makes her hair look green. Some of the Watermelons have lost their tops. I think she's been snacking!