Every step of this move to Portland, Maine has been defined by delay and wait over the period of a year and the Fates, apparently, see no reason to let up on this long-term test of my patience, even at the last moment:
The closing on the new apartment is not until 4PM today.
It’s still raining here and will continue until Sunday. There’s nothing much to do while waiting except watch the seagulls. I’ve always liked them. I know, I know. Seagulls are just rats with wings, but they are so perfectly proportioned, wing to body, and so pleasing in their command of the air. Surely it must have been seagulls the ancients were watching when they first dreamed of human flight.
As to the Mainer/Maineiac discussion yesterday, Mainer works for me. The other smacks too much of self-satisfaction which lifelong Mainers may be entitled to for reasons I haven’t discovered yet, but couldn’t apply to me. And, not to step on local toes on my second day in town, but Maineiac is amusing the first time you hear it; after that, it becomes cloying, don’t you think?
The real estate agent and I walked through the new digs yesterday for a final look before the formal purchase today. The living room is smaller than I remembered, the deck is larger and there is still no more wall space for bookshelves than there was when I made the decision to buy.
As with all the other questions of what goes where, it will be fun to decide what to do with the all the books, and I’m ready to get started.