goodbye cruel stove

That’s not fair, really. The stove has been absolutely wonderful. The only thing cruel about it is that I have to leave it behind, and it’s pink, entirely glowingly pink. With mustard yellow accents. So perfectly 1960s — high-end modern readapted for suburban use 1960s. My wonderful stove, to be departing for an apartment building in Westwood tomorrow.

This is the near-to-last bit of decommissioning of my belongings for the move to Pittsburgh. Tomorrow. I still have to pack a fish (dead), 2 cats (live) and 14 t-shirts. I don’t recall the final tally of boxes of books (22? 28?) but I know as enormous as it looked it my apartment, it became small and wan in the vast truck.

I was lucky to say goodbye to Jim and Mark and we talked about books, which I hope I’ll get to do a lot of in school. All books. All the time. Boxes and boxes and boxes of ‘em.