I met a traveller from an antique land
So, It’s been a while since we blogged. It’s Wednesday evening and Rob has gone to his meditation class with the good people of the FWBO Cambridge which happens to be in the same building as the Social Security office. We keep returning to the magic Social Security number as it seems to open doors. It means work can pay me, that I can apply for finance on a new car and that we can get things like electricity and cable set up at the apartment. Before it came through last Friday we were shadowy underworld figures shambling around the dimly lit streets of Kendall Square.
Did I mention the freight train that goes past at night? Rob thinks I’ve become some kind of trainspotter, but the sound of the train crossing down the end of the street with its slow horn going and the quiet street brought to a halt I find captivating as I’m lying in bed, the rain coming down. It’s goods trains going from the depot past the Frank Gehry building and across the river, moving fruit to the market and trains back to the sheds.
We’re getting stuff together for the move to the flat. The removals men are coming on Friday morning to unpack; we’ve been measuring up the rooms as the guy from the building let us in the other day and I made a fuss about one of the windows that needs looking at. We’ve also been exploring furniture in Crate & Barrel, CB2, online and in the inevitable Ikea. So far, Ikea sucks as nothing is in stock. So I’m tempted to buy everything online and just trust that things are delivered in one piece. Somewhat laughably, so far, the only thing we have bought is one of these lamps. No, I can’t think of a good excuse as to why either.
I’ve also been on the phone this evening to the car dealership who are trying to sort us out with a lease on a VW. I think it’s all going to happen, but there’s been much unneccessary shenanigans including them wanting a phone bill for a phone I no longer use with an address of a flat I no longer live in to reassure VW central that I won’t do a runner, or at least if I do they can call up everyone on the itemised bill and say ‘Is he there? Where’ve you hidden him?’
Because all of this organisational stuff has been getting in the way of just being, we’ve been trying to explore the city as well. So far it’s been about culture and food. We’ve been to the Museum of Fine Arts twice (the room full of golden Buddhas is lovely), the Institute of Contemporary Art on the bay and De Cordova museum and sculpture park which is beautiful and overlooks a frozen lake in Lincoln Mass. That’s where the sculpture’s from in the photo.
