Diamond-Cut Life

Besides working on my novel, called Revelle, and my day job in transportation options being intense this spring, the other reason for infrequent posts this year has been Thor’s and my time-consuming search for a new house. The kind that has more than one bathroom, and is built to better earthquake and energy efficiency codes than our current 1940 house. Not to mention that Thor and I possess NONE of those do-it-yourself, handyperson skills so needed by owners of , shall we call them . . . .  vintage homes.

Our new house is so new they’re still finishing it. It’s on the east side of Mount Tabor, just a mile or so from our current house. I know, I know, you want to see a picture of it. The only thing I excel at less than home repairs is taking photos of things. I’m not very visual; I’m kinesthetic and auditory. But I can tell you that our new house has two stories and an open floor-plan, so that the person making dinner in the kitchen can stay in excellent social contact with husband and/or housemates milling around in the family room and dining room, not to mention the outdoor deck that the dining room opens onto. I see this steady supply of social contact as necessary not just for community (very important to me) but also for a fair and equitable division of labor. For example, “Hey, you, please report to the island at this time to make the salad. I’m not making this whole dinner by myself. Thank you!”

We’ll be moving in sometime in June, and have already found a pleasant couple from Atlanta to rent our current house on Belmont. Our new frequent bus line will be the #4, and Thor’s bike ride to his job downtown will actually take him through part of the park! Speaking of transportation, I have to dash now to pick up my friend Jean, to carpool together down to Salem. More soon.

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