August 2nd, moving and shit

Whew, what a day today was. I woke up a little after 9 and plowed on to 3 yard sales with my parents. Our initial attempt was fatally fruitless and the second had already been ravaged by the damn early birds who always get the worm. I did, however, get a lovely little yellow lamp for 3 dollas. Then, came a wave of packing which has and always will consist of my inner urge to be sucked into contemplation of all of my old memories which are somehow still preserved in the most inconspicuous object. As always, I have to fight a bit against that nostalgia in order to actually make progress.

I'm bringing a box of my old journals up to Rochester though, in the hopes that I can form some project out of my old rambles. It would be wonderful to have a crazy multimedia wall of recollections and the ever changing present into past. Alas, the passage of time. I can only begin to imagine what it must seem like to my wonderful parents, seeing their daughter move out and into her first apartment. Hypothetically, if I was helping my child move out, I would feel relief at giving him or her a life his or her own, a plethora of hope towards his or her life, but also sadness at separation. The continuity of life is such a grand wonder!

It's 11:33 and I'm squatting on my ground since we already moved my chair into the van. I have to get up at 7 tomorrow and I should go to sleep. But first some pics of this dwindling summer in Pittsburgh.
On the left is Marcus aka "Omish Mike" and on the right is my absolute favorite customer Roland. He comes in every day at 5 for happy hour (which is actually two hours... weird...) and gets the Yuengling draft for 2 dollars instead of 2.75 during regular hours. He has a wonderful Mass. accent and tons of stories which I enjoy listening to. I'll have to scan in this astrological chart he gave me my last week there. But since it's late, I'll sleep now and stick to my paper journal next week since I'm not bringing my computer yet.