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Everything except my bed, my computer, my dining room table and chairs, my dirty laundry, my table lamp, my shoes, my guitar (why do I still have an acoustic guitar? I never play it anymore), my oboe (ditto, though I miss playing the oboe a lot more than I miss the guitar), and maybe six boxes worth of random stuff...
IS MOVED!
(There are also several boxes and bags of stuff I looked over and decided I didn't want anymore, which I will be giving away via the Friends of the Library book sale and various garage sales, but since they're not moving, they don't count. Ha.)
We had a few mishaps. It turns out I measured my new living room inaccurately, so the carpet my parents brought up doesn't fit. We have decided not to cut it but for them to bring up a different, smaller carpet sometime later in the summer. Also, my dad accidentally dropped the top cushion of my armchair into a muddy puddle while loading the chair into the car. My mom despairs of washing the stain out and thinks she should buy a new one from IKEA. I am actually not at all worried about having a stained chair pad, and if I do get worried, I may just bleach the whole damn thing and call it good.
(I have no sense of fashion or interior design whatsoever. This is why most of my furniture is plain wood or some shade of off-white. Those colors are the least likely to clash with other stuff. And I really don't care about stains so long as they don't come off on my clothes and don't affect the function of the furniture. Basically, I am lazy, and I have a very broad definition of 'if it ain't broke...' *grin*)
Anyway. I finagled today and tomorrow off work (because my coworkers were understanding about playing musical shifts until we got the schedule readjusted). I slept horribly last night -- nerves, of course -- and was tired to start with. Lugging heavy bookcases and other furniture around did not help. Also, boxes of books. Have I mentioned that I own eight bookcases, and all of them were full? That is a LOT of boxes of books to cart around.
My parents arrived at noon. We took two or three loads over and then broke for lunch -- takeout from McDonalds, beer for them and Coke for me -- then did another few loads. They went back to their motel and left me in my... I guess I should start calling it my old apartment, shouldn't I? Anyway, we freshened up and went to the Lost Dog Cafe for dinner, which was delicious. And we had no leftovers, which tells you how hard we'd been working.
Tomorrow we are breakfasting separately, and then they'll come over around 9am so we can move the bed, the computer, and the ancillary stuff. Possibly they will stick around to help me chock the bookcases level, and to vacuum some crap off the carpets in my new place, but they are not going to help me unpack, which is fine; I didn't expect them to.
And then I will call Time Warner and see what my options are for getting internet access. (This may take a while. Time Warner has something of a local monopoly, via RoadRunner, and they get out to your house when they damn well feel like it, not when it's actually convenient for you.) But first I want to see if any of my new neighbors (it's a four-apartment house) have wireless, in which case I will knock on their doors and ask if I can use their signal if I pay half their bill. I want to meet my new neighbors in any case, but... oh, I don't know, I'm bad with people outside of structured interactions.
...
And I am rambling like mad, which is probably a sign that I should try to get more sleep tonight than I have been getting this week. I doubt I'll succeed -- stress plays merry hell with my ability to turn off my damn brain -- but it's worth a shot.
...
Oh, the hell with it. *surfs internet some more*
IS MOVED!
(There are also several boxes and bags of stuff I looked over and decided I didn't want anymore, which I will be giving away via the Friends of the Library book sale and various garage sales, but since they're not moving, they don't count. Ha.)
We had a few mishaps. It turns out I measured my new living room inaccurately, so the carpet my parents brought up doesn't fit. We have decided not to cut it but for them to bring up a different, smaller carpet sometime later in the summer. Also, my dad accidentally dropped the top cushion of my armchair into a muddy puddle while loading the chair into the car. My mom despairs of washing the stain out and thinks she should buy a new one from IKEA. I am actually not at all worried about having a stained chair pad, and if I do get worried, I may just bleach the whole damn thing and call it good.
(I have no sense of fashion or interior design whatsoever. This is why most of my furniture is plain wood or some shade of off-white. Those colors are the least likely to clash with other stuff. And I really don't care about stains so long as they don't come off on my clothes and don't affect the function of the furniture. Basically, I am lazy, and I have a very broad definition of 'if it ain't broke...' *grin*)
Anyway. I finagled today and tomorrow off work (because my coworkers were understanding about playing musical shifts until we got the schedule readjusted). I slept horribly last night -- nerves, of course -- and was tired to start with. Lugging heavy bookcases and other furniture around did not help. Also, boxes of books. Have I mentioned that I own eight bookcases, and all of them were full? That is a LOT of boxes of books to cart around.
My parents arrived at noon. We took two or three loads over and then broke for lunch -- takeout from McDonalds, beer for them and Coke for me -- then did another few loads. They went back to their motel and left me in my... I guess I should start calling it my old apartment, shouldn't I? Anyway, we freshened up and went to the Lost Dog Cafe for dinner, which was delicious. And we had no leftovers, which tells you how hard we'd been working.
Tomorrow we are breakfasting separately, and then they'll come over around 9am so we can move the bed, the computer, and the ancillary stuff. Possibly they will stick around to help me chock the bookcases level, and to vacuum some crap off the carpets in my new place, but they are not going to help me unpack, which is fine; I didn't expect them to.
And then I will call Time Warner and see what my options are for getting internet access. (This may take a while. Time Warner has something of a local monopoly, via RoadRunner, and they get out to your house when they damn well feel like it, not when it's actually convenient for you.) But first I want to see if any of my new neighbors (it's a four-apartment house) have wireless, in which case I will knock on their doors and ask if I can use their signal if I pay half their bill. I want to meet my new neighbors in any case, but... oh, I don't know, I'm bad with people outside of structured interactions.
...
And I am rambling like mad, which is probably a sign that I should try to get more sleep tonight than I have been getting this week. I doubt I'll succeed -- stress plays merry hell with my ability to turn off my damn brain -- but it's worth a shot.
...
Oh, the hell with it. *surfs internet some more*
