Saturday, April 4, 2020

My landlord is whistling outside my window. At least I think it’s my landlord. I haven’t looked outside yet. It’s an indoor day. If I want, I can wander one hundred meters from my house. I have a map showing me how far that is: to my nearest bus stop, down to the traffic circle at the corner and back, then about one block down the pedestrian street. But I stay inside, cleaning and organizing. I finally go through four large containers that I had brought with me over two years ago but hadn’t looked at much. I put the VHS tapes on a shelf, the electronic gear in a cabinet, the vintage t-shirts in my closet, and the rest, including a complete collection of my bookstore’s teddy bears, back into a single bin. The bins nest easily. The whole set, which had been almost as tall as I was, now is only half a meter high. The item I am looking for, an old webcam, is, of course, at the bottom of the last bin. After some confusion and a few odd failures, I hook it up to my Mac. I listen to some new music as well as some older music that I once listened to frequently but had forgotten. Tomorrow: shopping, work, and much more walking. At least it will be a short week.