A Visit from the Sin-Eaters Sunday, September 07, 2003

An extraordinary day. A transformative day. The elves have been at work again.

Our friends arrived once again from the Last Homely Apartment in Jersey City and hand-held Mrs. Wrong Turn Journal and myself through clearing out the apartment. Mr. Elf and I had the job of disposing of four old (but not antique) chairs at which the 101st Salvation Airborne turnedup their noses. We tetrissed them into the car, drove down Route 440 and left them in the parking lot of a movie theater. The movie wasn't half as fun as that. Even if Peter Weller played the evil pope.

Returned home and performed a radical mastectomy on my bookshelves. Three more garbage bags are destined for sale someplace and the rest are in some rough order. We emerged bleary and huffing dust to discover that the females of the species had turned our moribund room into a living room. So much stuff is gone, or about to go, and it all looks so clean and free. So much space between the walls! Who knew?

Out to dinner at an old-school Italian place not far away. Charming waiter. I ate the bounty of the sea.

Now, awake and dazed and grateful; for the work and for friends in general. Time to see what the elves on the altar can do for me.

@ 7:44:00 AM,

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