Sorry it’s been so long between entries, but I once again find myself without Internet access at home. Sure, there’s my cell, but it’s not really ideal for blogging, despite how “Web 2.0” mobile blogging, or “moblo,” may be.
So.
Umm…
Hmm.
Okay, I’ve got to start
somewhere, I guess.
On Sunday the movers showed up, did a decent job, but the whole process magically took an hour longer than the estimate and involved lots of extra supplies, adding an additional $250 to the final cost.
Which was still better than I’d expected – especially on short notice – and ultimately doesn’t matter, as I’m supposed to get reimbursed for moving expenses as part of the whole buy-back process on my condo.
(We’ll see how well that works out.)
After the big stuff was moved I took up Stacy on her offer of Scott’s assistance and had him help me haul over most of the rest of my stuff (minus cleaning supplies and most of what was in the fridge).
(Thanks again for the help.)
I was pretty much coasting on fumes by the time we stopped moving things and swung by Ruby Tuesdays for dinner.
After all, I’d been up late the night before packing, gotten up early to do more packing, and had only eaten a McGriddle all day, as once I commit to doing something other considerations (like eating) kind of get forgotten about.
Then on Monday there was the water issue, which was resolved pretty quickly. I managed to get more stuff moved over and had the apartment pretty much ready to be cleaned the next day, focusing on trying to get the new place organized.
Having to wait until Sunday to move seriously threw my plans for my time out of whack. I’d hoped to be in by Friday at the latest, giving me Saturday and Sunday to organize the new place and clean the old place, and then Monday and Tuesday to do some shopping for furnishings and various sundries and miscellany.
But alas, that was not to be. I didn’t manage to get the old place cleaned until Tuesday, and I was in training all day Wednesday, so I had very little time for shopping.
I did end up buying a desk from Wal-Mart to take the place of the desk from Office Depot that I'd put together (in the dumpster).
Initially I didn’t much care for the look of the desk, but it had the right form and functionality (no hutch, a keyboard drawer), came with a three shelf book case, and was only $65. The other thing it had going for it? Made of
metal. Metal that had to be screwed together. Not particle board “held together” by dowels and various “tool-free” connectors like the cheap Office Depot desk.
The disadvantage of metal? It packs much more of a wallop when you set a part of it against the wall and said part falls forward and whomps you on the chin, causing you to fall backwards and catch yourself in such a way that you hurt your wrist.
(I can just picture the Universe waiting for me to get in the optimal position and telling Gravity, “Wait for it…wait for it…wait for it…now!”)
Despite that, I’ve actually come to like the industrial look of the desk and shelf.
The desk is currently home to Munin, as I have Hugin set up in the living room hooked up to the HDTV. I figure I’m not going to do anything productive or creative until after I have Internet service, and until I get the FiOS TV and DVR, I might as well make use of Hugin as a Media Center.
Especially since the cable got shut off on Tuesday, forcing me to resort to over-the-air HD broadcasts, DVDs, and saved videos for A/V entertainment.
After I finished up with cleaning the old place, it was with great pleasure that I called DirecPath to cancel my service. I wonder if the person I talked to picked up on my barely-restrained glee?
Wednesday found me in a class called “Commanding Creativity,” which I regretted signing up for the moment I walked through the door and recognized the instructor as someone I’d had in the past. Someone who thinks he’s “hip” and “cool” and “fun,” but whose pop cultural references are five years behind the times.
At best.
Of course, everyone else in the class thought it was fun and engaging and not stupid and annoying. Apparently I’m the negative one.
At one point in the class we had to do this lame-ass “Whose Line is it Anyway?” nonsense.
To start things off for the day we had to introduce ourselves, but not as ourselves; we had to choose an alter-ego for the day. It could be anyone, real or imagined. I considered several options, such as
John Constantine,
Tom Strong, or
Jack B. Quick, but ultimately decided on the Swedish Murder Machine,
Brock Fucking Samson.
That was the only joy I got out of the day.
There was exactly one cute chick in the class, but she was, of course, married. Very cute, though, in a shy, nerdy girl-next-door, yet slightly exotic, sort of way.
Since I’ve moved into the new place my new favorite hobby, apparently, based on how often I do it, is to go upstairs to get/do something, get distracted and do/get something else, go back downstairs and realize that I didn’t actually do/get what I’d originally gone upstairs to do/get.
Repeat.
Still, overall I’m very happy with the new place, even though I haven’t yet been able to settle in and really enjoy it.
There are some definite changes/upgrades I plan to make in time (most notably to the master bathroom – the pink tiles on the wall have to go), but there’s nothing I can’t live with for a while.
And sure, I do miss the big closet and bathroom I had at my old place, but the increase in overall space and the glorious peace and quiet more than make up for those things.
In any case, it’s taken me all day to write this, so I suppose I should post it.
