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Snow and cherry blossoms
Snow and daffodils
Snow and tulips!
Snow and ribes
Snow and magnolias!
Snow and clematis armandii
Snow under maples that are blooming their fool heads off

I can't even see the grass by my house it's so deep.

Cherry blossoms fluttering down over snow is such a moving experience that I think I need to stay indoors. I can't deal.

Except... it's sunny out and there's so much to do.

Cameraphone

Who knew they could take pictures like this? Anyhow, this is a picture of the site I'm working at taken middle of last week. I built those walls, and that's the paving we do. Old cobblestones go in the patchy holes. This is about a third of the site. We paved the patio beside the long slab (up where the piece of wood is) on Wednesday.

The pavers are all old, scavenged. This isn't a good location for moss, but sometimes we use ones that are already mossy. Obviously there are lots of different kinds. It's a bit more difficult to pave this way than it is to level stones that are all the same thickness, obviously.

The cobblestones that go in the holes came over from Europe back when Vancouver exported a ton of lumber and the ships couldn't cross the ocean empty: they put the granite in for ballast, built it into roads, then those roads were torn out and it was recycled into walls, etc. We're catching it on the fourth or fifth or seventh recycle. They have character.

The stone for the walls is basalt from Squamish (or so the tag on it says). Do they blow up mountains up there or something? We use lots of different things for walls at different sites. I'm personally looking forward to a cobble one.

One Light

No one's home but me tonight. I had a passover dinner at Anthony's that was lovely. I got to see some people I love spending time with, I got to participate in a Thingy, and I had an excuse to re-dye my hair. Now I am so, so, so tired.

I'm not even sure what to say beyond that, except that I felt so good to be coming home -- to *my home*, that hasn't changed despite the move to come -- and now I'm here and the space is quiet and welcoming and I'm in my home and it's good. Restful, relaxing: I really do like this. And now I can sleep.

The studio in Kits called me up and offered me the place today. It's a stand-alone building two blocks from work in a vine-covered yard behind a shop heated only by a gas stove, though it has a full fridge/stove/etc. $500/month plus utilities. Minuses: shower-only that's super-gross, shaded yard so no tomatoes, far from tarnsit (though pretty bikeable to anywhere) and the dealbreaker is that it's only six months to a year and a half before it's torn down. Now, knowing construction stuff that might actually mean five years, but the place on 42nd has come up three times now when I'm moving, then gone back to unavailable till I was moving next and so I'm going to roll with the sign being waved in my face there and take that one.

It's a bitch to give up the Kits place though. I mean, $500? Stand-alone!? With fire!!!

So now there's one light on in the house and the glow from the computer monitor, the cats and rats need to be fed, and I need to be tucked in to bed. It's very quiet here. I will miss the quiet: Victoria's never quiet and there are tons of sirens that run along it. OTOH I'll be able to hear water all night long when I get the fountain in. And... pottery wheel! And... space! And... it's my home. It just is. It doesn't even have to be made so.

I'm at that point of sleepiness where getting up from the computer is too much work so I keep trying to think of things to write to avoid having to do it. Oh well. Time to make the effort. Night, loves.

Sleep when dead.

Sun: Pablo, passover
Mon: sign papers, dinner with Angus
Tues: packing
Wed: Drew
Thurs: Trevor
Fri: volunteer for VanD, Marvin
Sat: volunteer for VanD, packing
Sun: volunteer for VanD, Ellen?
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: move-out day, cleaning