Two milestones yesterday: I tested my grill with some friends and with decent results (note to self: soak the cedar plank first), and I finished unpacking the guest bedroom.
Regular posting will resume at some point.
My move isn't really over yet. I still have about two, maybe three car loads at my old place. But they'll have to stay there because I'm totally pooped right now.
So far, the only casualties of the move seem to be a pizza stone and the connection bracket for my Nest thermostat. The latter is pretty annoying because I can't connect the thermostat without it. I swapped out my thermostat for the one that was in the apartment originally while the movers were moving, so it's entirely possible it's in a box somewhere. I hope so, because Nest doesn't sell parts.
And now, bed.
Oh, one other note: Parker got his cone off today. Happy dog.
Since I switched Internet providers in this move, I was able to leave my Nest Cam and Internet connection live for the move-out. Et voilà:
Almost everything I own is in boxes. The movers are coming in an hour. Parker still has his cone, unfortunately, so I'll have to juggle him around a bit. It's showtime.
And unlike the last time I did this, today's forecast is for sunny skies and 14°C. I can live with that.
I think I've finished 95% of my packing. I've only got, you know, several hundred small items that I'll wind up throwing in boxes marked "misc" tomorrow night.
This weekend will involve packing, painting, and waiting for deliveries. Which is why blogging is a little slow right now.
In the last few hours I've packed 38 boxes full of books and other things. I've got 16 days to pack the rest, which is actually a lot. Also, my new place is just 10 minutes' walk from here.
I think we're not even a decade from people setting up house moves on the basis of labor being so inexpensive that no other labor can price it anywhere near; and yet. And yet. And yet we can't let labor manage itself. This is a longer conversation, if for no other reason than...well, than...let's come back here.
What I mean is, if labor ever gets so cheap, there's a problem. And I'll address this soon.
Meanwhile, I'll continue filling bankers' boxes with books. and looking forward to the move.
It seems timely for me to dredge up this PSA I did for Hofstra Television in October 1991:
On later viewing, though, it seems to me like we still had trouble seeing that date rape was exponentially more common than random street rape. That said, I was pretty proud that HTV broadcast the video, from a script that we used in crisis hotline training.
Cast: Heather Maidat (Hofstra '94). Director: Sean Pearson (Hofstra '92).
Phew! I own property again, as of 11:42 CDT today. I'm glad meet the requirements for voting as established in most of the States back in 1789.
(Fortunately, we've updated the requirement, and the Republican Party haven't succeeded in rolling back the new rules.)
For the first time since April 2000, none of my property is real.
(That's a little lawyer humor.)
The last transaction of the month will be Friday, when I close on Inner Drive Technology World Headquarters 5.0. Meanwhile, I own nothing, and I owe nothing. It's an odd feeling.