My blog has been on hiatus for the last few months while my family makes a slow-motion cross-country move to Northern Virginia. I am focused like a laser beam on tasks related to the move and new house and have been trying to avoid distractions and temptations (typewriters).
The Virginia house is a lot like a really big typewriter. It has lots of moving parts and I am learning something new each and every day.
I have been shuttling back and forth between California and Virginia for the past three months, working on the Virginia house. I really don’t want to be That Lady, but there are some updates and modifications we’d like to make before we bring in our familiar junk and make ourselves at home. I am home-making.
The Virginia house is full of period details from the 1990s that I am trying to tone down: acres of high-gloss honey oak and brass accents. This enormous ceiling fan that came with the house is mesmerizing. It’s like a rare plant of the Amazon that blooms once every hundred years and emits a corpse-like scent. It’s so weird, it may need to stay.
So I am out here in Virginia, trying make this house home-ly for our family – a comfortable setting for all our weird junk. My skills are limited to demolition, insulation hanging and painting. I like to paint and my favorite medium is rattle-can Rust-Oleum:
The Olympia Robust joined me on this trip as a carry-on and kept me company in the garage while the floors were being refinished.
The Robust appears to have spent some time rethinking the past. It seems to have experienced some sort of spiritual conversion:
We are all on a journey, and our paths often lead to unplanned destinations. Yesterday the Robust journeyed to Richmond, VA where it will be rotated into exhibits at the Virginia Holocaust Museum.
I drove down to Richmond, VA with the Olympia Robust as co-pilot. I have not been there in 30 years and was amazed at the city’s funky transformation.
This is a window box at the Poe Museum featuring my favorite type of bird, a corvid:
The Virginia Holocaust Museum is located near the waterfront in an old part of town:
Weirdly (and I didn’t plan this) I dropped off the Robust at the museum on International Holocaust Remembrance Day which takes place on January 27—the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz-Birkenau.
I met with the museum’s Assistant Curator, Angela, and we brought the Robust to the museum’s collections workspace where it will be processed. I filled out the paperwork and kissed the Robust fondly goodbye.
After the drop-off, I met my son and his girlfriend for lunch and reminisced about the good times with the Robust and celebrated the fact that the typewriter was now in a good place.
I drove back to Northern Virginia and sang loudly to the radio.
Farewell, re-born Robust! Before we parted and the Robust embarked on its new life, it typed out this: