02 March 2004 -
2:53 PMDownmarket Adventuring There are crocuses blooming in the front borders ('Firefly' mostly),
signs of daffodils making a break for daylight, and we're gearing up
for Modernism in the American Lit. class. Spring must be coming.
Last night, the Viking and I helped Maman empty Grandmaman's storage
locker in the basement of the old apartment building and move the
contents to the locker in the basement of the new building. It was
vaguely like being in a cut-rate fantasy film, or possibly an
adventure game run by an unimaginative dungeon master. The locker areas are
narrow, poorly lit, and dusty. Maman had a large ring of keys but no
tags, so we had to try each of them before we could get the padlock off
the door. Once the door was open, we had to drag out old trunks and
locked boxes (some of which were empty, but some of which were not) and
open them, trying to decide what needed to go and what needed to be
thrown out.
Sometimes the keys on the ring worked on the locks, but more often they
didn't. The Viking was able to pick the locks of a couple of the
smaller boxes, but had to force the lock on a larger trunk -- with a
mattock we found in the locker. (The trunk was in poor condition
anyway -- he was not destroying a valuable antique).
We did not find jewels, antique suits of armour, or magical weapons,
sadly. We did find a ridiculous amount of alcohol. Two cases of rum,
one of blended whisky, and several large bottles of rocket-fuel grade
gin, not to mention the half-dozen bottles of wine which are now of
questionable value even as vinegar.
We moved everything (almost) with a minimum of fuss and bother. The Viking claimed the mattock and an axe. Maman sent us home with a bottle of rum and a bottle of strawberry wine on the chance it might make a decent vinaigrette.
Real treasure would have been an old window sash I could turn into a cold frame, so I could have salad greens out of season. verso - recto |