She's a long one, such a long one

[sovay]

I just heard a train whistle go by in the night. I'm glad I can still hear them from my new apartment. I hate moving so much. derspatchel and schreibergasse and my parents helped heroically. Hestia is back to hissing at her brother to express her displeasure with the chaotic situation, but when it is not three in the morning I will hang pictures and unpack the kitchen and eventually put up my bookcases and my books. Right now there is the photograph of Lyndell's in the kitchen and a B. Kliban ex-pillowcase on the wall as the Banner of the Cat. We just finished hanging the shower curtain. I have to find a way to sleep. I am lousy mental shape right now, but at least I shouldn't have to move for another year.

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[sovay]

I do love the sound of a train whistle, particularly at night, she says, paraphrasing Paul Simon. I get occasional ferry whistles here, but not usually trains.

I don't think I've ever heard a ferry in the night. Like a ship's horn?

May the rest of the moving in be less mentally and physically stressful.

Thank you. I still need to retrieve a lot of art, the books and bookshelves cannot be moved until next week, and there are fragile things and random extraneous furniture in various storage locations, but the basic setup where people can sleep and cook and feed the cats (always crucial) is established. Proper internet arrives with Verizon next week.

I'm so glad the four of you can finally be in one place.

Thank you. We are hoping.