The New Place …

Where to start?

The improvements on the previous place are numerous though I’m too tired now to do little more than describe the excellent light … in the lounge room, one whole wall is ceiling to floor glass, fixed panes and sliding doors, about two and a three quarter meters tall.

Where I’m sitting on the couch typing this blog post, what I see opposite is Rainer Hartlieb’s work of timber art … the shelf units he made for me in 2014 or thereabouts, when I lived in my Mullumbimby house … put back together and adapted for the space by my son.

This version of the shelf unit is approximately 75 centimeters shorter than the original which had a window seat included. The uprights and top length are of Queensland kauri. The short side shelves might be white pine, though I don’t recall that for certain. They made up three large handrails salvaged from a building site. The broad lower shelves are cypress pine, a width of timber that will never be seen again. These were my discovery. A $30 score from a secondhand store, they’d been used in a paint store, their undersides a thick coating of spilled paint.

Liminal How?

Liminal space how, people will be thinking.

Liminal in that I am in a between space and time.

Up to yesterday I lived in a medium-sized all-ages complex with 90 separate households. At least 20 young children, 5 infants, and numerous teenagers whom I mostly didn’t see. A handful of elders.

Lived there for three years through recovery from chemo, through the latter part of Covid restrictions, walking and exploring nearby parks. Stone’s Corner was almost next door. I walked East Ekebin Park. Moorhen Flats. Bentley’s. The Common. Bowie’s Flat Park and all the little green places in between.

Lived there through the extreme disappointment that chemo didn’t also fix my myalgic encephalomyelitis, and so two years after the end of the chemo, my ME flared. A disease that once you have it you will always have it. Can be kept semi-controlled only by extreme pacing, strict dieting, a shoal of supplements and not catching any viruses. Continuing to live the Covid life, in other words.

Lived there getting more and more involved in Lego. thebrickarchitect.com ; AFOL. MOC. brickresales.com.au ; bricklink.com ; rebrickable.com ; all became part of my language. I packed a large stack of boxes, two wide four high, with the whole of Reet’s Brick Town in there, plus all the remaining parts and separate builds. Lol, a lot of rebuilding to be done later, I suspect. Bosley & Co will be busy for months on the repairs.

The place between, as I mentioned yesterday, is Isla House. A compact room, with a large communal living space at the back of the house, kitchen dining facilities, and garden strip alongside the outdoor areas. Pity that the weather is still so hot. Summers are spinning out. I’m very tempted to go out and get some cuttings for my new place. I wonder if figs will grow from cuttings?

Below a pane in the bathroom for my frosted glass collection, looking out on the perimeter fence and the garden section.

Liminal Space

I’m in my accommodation for one maybe two nights at Isla House in Greenslopes, while my flat is emptied and my new apartment is furnished.

Gotto admit I made a few changes to this room. It’s not a regular motel room, so there is no water boiling or micrwave, all that’s in the kitchen down the corridor.

I brought in a cafe table from the verandah, borrowed a tea towel to cover the weathered top. Was able to fit my walker mostly in the wardrobe.

Doors open, I’m not a fan of everything out of sight, especially in teeny tiny room. Like a box.

A pano of my room tonight

Two nights to go …

I have two nights more at this place. Thursday afternoon I go to a little motel to stay the night.

Friday at 7.30 AM the removalists are arriving to pack up and drive approx ten kilometres down Old Cleveland, take a right at Carindale, a couple of lefts past the mall and a right into my new street. Then the unpacking.

I’m being saved from all this as I happened to pick up a virus somewhere, and will be completely useless without having somewhere to frequently sit or lie down.

My job for the last few days has been to pack up the Lego. Well, there are definitely going to be a few changes happening in how I store things. Luckily thebrickarchitect.com is rejigging their label system which will be a wonderful resource.

And there will have to be some serious rebuilding, because of course several builds did not take kindly to being packed up. Unfortunately, as you can see below, Jed has stormed out of the scene, taking Jackie’s crane on his truck out of the picture!

Jed storming home to fetch his swag

Counting down …

Vista seen from the bus station across the road. My unit not visible behind the trees.

Counting down 11 sleeps till moving day.

Filling in forms has been the name of the game for the last couple of days. But … I am an arcane procrastinator and have been putting stuff off all weekend. Like now. Writing a blog post. Pearling out some of the news. And I just wrote a hard letter.

An astounding amount of stuff still to do. Like, pack up the contents of the whole apartment? Stuff I haven’t started. Like, deciding on what I’m not taking? I’m squeezing from a small three bedroom place into a smaller unit with 1 bedroom and what they call a Multi Function Room.

I have four shelf units and place for only three. There is an amazing amount of storage in the new unit. All of it behind cupboard doors, unfortunately, though good for keeping dust out.

Or stuff I’m in the middle of. I’ve started packing the Lego. Though not the models yet. I want to get a few more photo sequences done.

Tim, fixing Nin Wiz’s cabin. Working alone instead of with the rest of the crew, out of pure frustration with a certain person’s obstreperous manner.

Plus, I’m potting up some plants to go while deciding which plants will have to stay behind.

And, not to forget, my new tech to get used to …

… new modem situation. Huh? All looks very tidy but I only recognize the power-point in the lower right, and the modem in the middle right.