The bookstore where ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger sometimes work is moving. Not far; actually, just across the hall to the space which had been Bed, Bath, and Beyond. They announced the move last year, and construction in the new space finally reached the point that they ... had to delay closing for the transfer of stock and shelves and all that. Just by a couple weeks. But it did mean that, for example, one week she told me that while I had missed the store's last day in its old location but that was okay because they were going to be open for another week anyway. Sometimes problems cancel out.
Last Wednesday, though, was the definite final day and bunnyhugger texted to remind me about that. I wanted to get a last visit, of course, and pictures and such of the closing location. I'd just started the dishwasher, too, and didn't want to leave that running on its own because we have a portable dishwasher and have the tap on. (This is superstition on my part; the dishwasher is as good as the faucet at keeping the water stopped when it's not needed, but I don't like leaving it in that state.) So I got out later than I wanted but still got out there, on a quiet midweek day, wondering if I'd be there long enough for bunnyhugger to get down from campus and get her last look around. I was, yes.
Also while there and trying not to be too obnoxious about my photo-taking, I learned from the guy working the back register that there'd been some problem or other with the new location's work and they wouldn't be closing until Monday. Which was fine for him as his normal shift included Sunday and this way he wouldn't have to spend it moving stock. Turns out they had announced it on their web site's construction-updates-blog earlier in the day but we hadn't thought about that, so didn't know. bunnyhugger stuck around until closing --- I left a little earlier, giving me time to start dinner --- so she could see what she believed to be the final person run up and the final locking up of the public-facing doors, and she would be disappointed only later on that she had something merely representative of the final closing.
I don't know whether their last day was Sunday or Monday but I didn't think of it then, and if bunnyhugger thought of it she didn't say so. But now, with the bookstore temporarily closed, she thought of something she needs from there, that can't wait until it reopens.
Dollywood by night!
There's the train going high above us.
Oh and here's a rare sight: the sky cracked open revealing the force dimension behind it!
I tried getting a few pictures of the moon just barely peeking out a lone crack in the overcast sky and it never came out as vivid as the reality, but you maybe get some sense for how it looked like the dome of the sky cracked and something leaked out.
Back to that butterfly tree and now you se it lit up, far outshining the rest of the setting, even that in spotlights.
I'm not sure you can see the performers in front of the tree as stage but my, doesn't this look good?
And oh hey, someone launched four flying saucers for the show, that's great! I have no idea what this is a picture of.
Trivia: The word ``mail'' first appears in English around 1275, spelled ``male'', and as a common word for bag, suitcase, or other luggage, borrowed from the Old English male meaning ``bag'' or ``wallet''. By the 17th century a bag of letters sent by post was ``a mail of letters'', which eventually shortened to ``the mail''. Source: Semantic Antics: How and Why Word Change Meaning, Sol Steinmetz.
Currently Reading: Infinite Cosmos: Visions from the James Webb Space Telescope, Ethan Siegel.
