I’ve been learning things today, very disorganized. I ran my morning errands, to get the microwave and modem. The internet is not yet here so I’m using my phone as a hot spot and am being profligate with my data use. Once the person from Xfinity comes Sat I’ll have Wi-Fi again.
I’m exhausted.
Oh joy, gratitudes galore, I’ve heard the train horn 4 times this evening. And loud enough to hear clearly. I feel like I’ve come home. It’s been a long spell without the sound of trains, not just in Maine, but before that for years in Enfield and Wallingford before that. Here they color my night and will sing me to sleep. I’ll have to look at a map and see where they are. I doubt there is a train yard near enough to hear as I did for the first 16 years of my life, with the clang of trains being hooked up, and I can’t feel the rumbles like I did in Wooster Sq. but they will sing through my days and remind me of all I had to start with and all that what went into my first memories.
Fri morning Too tired last evening to finish, I’m spending the morning waiting for the delivery of a rug. Any day can bring rain and I don’t want it sitting outside for hours. I don’t even know if it’s coming today. I did get a visit from my painter, they will be in on Tues to paint.
Sat. I’m sitting in the window, watching the Comcast guy hook up the house for WiFi and phone. They used to have service here, but went to a satellite dish that’s hidden in one of the large camellia bushes.