Our new space is
more spacious than expected. The
accoustics are better than in the old building, it seems, so noise doesn’t bounce
off the walls and low ceilings at us.
I have a window and a view of olive trees (though those of course border
a parking lot, instead of a Mallorcan hillside). There’s an inner courtyard with café tables which might be
pleasant at certain times of day and year—if only I can remember how to get
there! We are continually
lost. There is a maze of
individual conference rooms, named inexplicably for flowers.
Our IT specialist,
accordingly, mentioned that he’s thinking of naming our various printers for
ships. I said “oh, like the
Titanic? The Argo? The Beagle?” Being an IT specialist, he instead was thinking of Aft,
Starboard, etc.
I need more plants,
and either photos or collages. But
my little laughing stone Buddha is happily in place off to the right of my
computer, and the new iced tea pitcher in one of six fridges, with yume tea (strawberries
and rose buds) to refresh me late afternoon.
And our director
has rescued the old wooden cabinet of type and printing ornaments from the
original press building, and gave it a good polish (if not with beeswax); and
unearthed some prehistoric vases from the Aegean to set on it, willed to the
Press some years ago by a long-time employee who had traveled much in Turkey
and the Middle East with her husband, doing things archaeological. That’s a nice touch, serving to root us.
The commute is
longer by three times, but I’ve found a way to wend our way through mostly
shady neighborhoods, along the Stanford golf course, through quiet Atherton, up
just one pleasant block of El Camino, and thence up a half residential street
to Broadway—avoiding all freeways.
So on we go.
image: Deia olive trees, WiDi
AMAZING!
ReplyDeletei also have a little laughing stone buddha sitting just to the right of my computer on my table~desk. he has all of his belongings in a little pack on his back and his round bare tummy is there to lovingly touch! he sits on a small stack of my favorite children's golden books plus a dark green rather worn antique children's book from the early 1800's.
a perfect setting for him.
your new place sounds wonderful!
I love the picture of your buddha sitting on the children's books. Perfect indeed. That has cheered me immensely.
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