further reports from the front line

Put the end-table-file-cabinet on the other side of the couch, and put the files (sheet music and musical scores) in the file drawer.  I will need another one of these at least, on account of I got rid of my plastic rolling file cabinets that I hated.  I also put the folding chairs out of the way in one corner and the card table in another, and unearthed the "dining" table and put it with its chairs in the dining area.  (I have a dining area, y'all!)  AND I found my over-door hooks that I love and didn't really have a place for in the old apartment (I had them on the doors to the front closet, but those doors were too skinny and the hooks often dropped stuff on the floor) and put them on my front door, so I have room for three coats up there before I even start contemplating putting stuff on the wall.

Why am I chronicling all this?  I have no idea.  I don't imagine most of you are all that interested in the how and what of my setting up my new place.  I suppose it makes me feel like I'm making progress, which is helpful at times when I feel like I'm not.  :-P

and at 'em

The downside to not having brought all the shit up from the car last night is, of course,  that now I have to do it this morning.

Still.  Here we go!  In twelve hours, y'all, I will be all the way through with the old place.  Hurrah.

a list

1.  Brought yesterday's non-refrigerated crap up from the car.

2.  Drove down to the old place, got the remaining crap down to the car, primed the dark walls twice but the light ones not at all, am aware this is a gamble but it's a risk I'm willing to take, because life is too short to spend another hour putting white primer over "pale daffodil" eggshell.

3.  Place is empty, empty, empty.  I'd have taken a picture, but my phone was 100% out of battery.

4.  Vacuumed.

5.  Handed in keys, said good-bye to staff at old building.  I really was very happy there, and I told them so.

6.  Returned cable box.  EFFING COMCAST.  Waited in line 20 minutes for a 15-second transaction.

7.  Rode with sanj out to dealership to pick up MY NEW CAR!  Of whom I don't have a picture yet, but she's here, she's right here in my parking lot, and she's lovely.  (Alas, the paperwork and showing-me-all-the-bells-and-whistles and so on took long enough that sanj gave up on waiting for me so we could have dinner.  Sorry, dude.  I didn't think it would be that much of a production.)

8.  Am now having dinner, but before I go to bed I think I should bring in the carload of crap that's down in the old car now.  (If not now, when?)


In conclusion:  moving is DONE.  And I am NOT DEAD.  Hurrah.