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Joan Rivers died and a jury found the former governor of Virginia and his wife guilty of a whole mess of corruption charges.

There, that's the headlines taken care of.

In more local news, the county came and took away the handicapped parking signs that had reserved the curb space in front of the house for the late previous owner, so we can park more comfortably in front of our own house now. (We have been able to squeeze both cars between one sign and the driveway next door, but only because we both drive Minis. And if we parked nose-to-tail, the tail car couldn't get anything out of the trunk.)

Additionally, I have worked out how to be sure I can always get a seat on the metro on the way to work in the morning. I board at the sixth stop from the end of the line--but some trains only go as far as five stops from the end of the line. On the other side of the line, some trains only go as far as three(ish) stops from the end. One day last week, I realized, hey, if I get on a train that originates at Shady Grove, I'm going to have to stand all the way in to work; but if I get on a train that originates at Grosvenor, it won't have had time to fill up by the time I get on, and I'll definitely get a seat. But, alas!, the signs only tell me where the trains are going, not where they're coming from!--until a light bulb went off and I thought, surely the train won't go from the very end of one side of the line to the short end of the other. That is: the trains either go all the way from Shady Grove to Glenmont, or they go from Grosvenor to Silver Spring. Like the amino acids in DNA, they do not change partners. In short: if I get on a Silver Spring-bound train in the morning, I will be assured of getting a seat. And because the sign boards tell us the destinations of the next three trains, I can always tell if it's worth skipping a Glenmont-bound train if there's one in front of me. \o/

Unpacking continues. Oof.

i was so ... tired
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I did another blind. They are a genuine pain in the ass in the present window frames, so one a day isn't a bad pace. Better do a box before I go to bed, or at this rate we'll be unpacking until next spring.

i was so ... tired
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Moving is so awful.

We are in the new place and entirely out of the old place. Had some lawn guys come in and handle the mowing and weeding, and did all the priming ourselves. Right now I'm choosing to assume that the reason we haven't heard from the property manager yet about our security deposit is that it's coming back to us in its entirety so he has nothing to discuss. (He said he'd contact us by today at the latest, but I'm not entirely surprised that he hasn't.) The painting and cleaning took almost all week - ten hours on Sunday, in which I hurt myself with the repeated crouching down and getting up as we taped up the window frames and baseboards (after two days of running up and down the stairs with the movers). It was pretty well better by Wednesday, thank goodness, but for two days Himself drove me to the metro rather than me walking.

Now it's a lot of homeowner stuff. We unearthed the pruning shears, so Himself did a trim of the pair of bushes at the end of our walkway (which were encroaching) and the overhanging bits of the neighbors' greenery. We've replaced one blind and three doorknobs and were about to replace a shower head when it turned out to be an older type that is no longer standard - so now we're going to have to replace the whole shower arm. I'm also set and ready to take down the shower doors and put up a shower curtain rod. (There are more blinds to be replaced as well - it's just finicky work so I've only done one today. We'll need to order some bigger ones, also.)

So much unpacking remains. Ugh. But we've got some things done today, and Only Connect is back on the BBC, so we watched that. And now we're watching Commonwealth Games field hockey, because why not. In the commentator's accent, "position" and "possession" sound just the same.

i was so ... exhausted
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( So, um ... we bought a house! )

( I got a new job! )

( Preparing for the move is, of course, hard. )

I did look in one box in our basement that I didn't know what was in there, and right on the top I found a scarf Himself's grandmother had made him, which we had looked for and looked for in the winter and couldn't find, and he'd more or less resigned himself to the sadness and guilt of having lost it. So that was genuinely awesome.

Corn on the cob for dinner. Hurrah.

i was so ... okay
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So holy crap: I got married. Every day I see the rings on my left hand and am surprised again how different they look than the engagement ring by itself. I am becoming accustomed to not just thinking of him, but also actually referring to him, as my husband - and other people aren't even blinking when I say it. And why should they - a husband is a totally normal thing to have, and they don't know I only got mine a few weeks ago. (It's feeling less odd to hear myself call his mother my mother-in-law. Probably because I've been thinking of her that way for a long time, in the absence of another label.)

We are trying to buy a house. Looked at a half-dozen places a couple of weeks ago; felt meh about all of them. (One, the smallest and cheapest, may be possible iff we pop it up immediately. We're not sure all the work it needs can be achieved for a price we can pay. Or is even possible or desirable, given the size of the lot.) Looked at four more this past weekend, and made an offer on one of them Sunday. Four bedrooms plus an office (so Himself won't take up a bedroom for his office in his three work-from-home days per week, of which I routinely writhe with jealousy, by the way), fantastic kitchen, no driveway but the neighbors said parking is never a problem, good school district. Got outbid by someone who obviously wanted that house way more than we did, so fair enough, back to the listing mines. Looking at a few more this weekend. OOF.

The slice in my finger is much better now. :-)

I e-mailed the doctor because she'd asked me for an update after I'd been back on my good nasal spray for a while; I told her the truth, which was that my ears are less stoppy but I still have a yucky productive cough and a lot of post-nasal drip. So she prescribed augmentin, which I'm on for the next ~~million years~~ two weeks, which means - of course - that I bought all the yogurt in the world. So far both the abx and the yogurt seem to be doing their jobs, but it's too soon to tell all around.

Himself has to go in for another round of surgical fun tomorrow morning. Poor bunny. This has been much worse than one was led to expect when one was discharged from the ER all those weeks ago.

My job has been slightly more bearable lately, but I would still prefer one that either offered more leave OR allowed me to work from home ever, and for a bonus where I could be a little more enthusiastic about the mission (a word I hate, but I know it's a thing all workplaces have). If you know anyplace that wants to hire someone like me - well, please call

ellen_fremedon. But if you know anyplace that wants to hire two such people, do please call us both.

I voted today.

I'm never going to have enough energy to clean up the living room, so this afternoon I decided to try and do one thing per day and see if I can manage to get it tidy before our general leaving-shit-lying-around habits catch up with and overwhelm my picking-shit-up-and-keeping-the-place-orderly efforts. I am ... cautiously optimistic.

We were done with all our thank-you notes, but another present arrived yesterday.

There was a bear on the campus of NIH today, and you really should check out its twitter feed at @NIH_Bear.

Watching a little World Cup soccer, because we are such sports fans. :-)

And how are all of you?

i was so ... good
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Things I want to accomplish sooner rather than later:

bookshelves
DVD racks

Things I need to find before much more time goes by:

tweezers
the rest of my shoes
that last box with the rest of the medicine cabinet in it, which contains two more months' worth of birth control pills

i was so ... okay
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Moved. Packing crew Wednesday, moving crew Thursday, Himself's folks brought over dinner on Thursday evening because we were surrounded by, you know, Boxhenge and couldn't possibly have fended for ourselves. We began the unpacking and have made decent dents in it. The kitchen is now functional. (Himself made dinner for himself last night while I was out for the evening.) The bedroom has things in drawers and closets and we don't have to climb around boxes to get to them. The living room has a television that works (on a complicated internet setup that's important to him). The rest of the place ... there's still a lot of work to do. :-P Wednesday evening after the packing crew left his old place he tells me he had a bit of a meltdown; it's the first house he's owned and he's lived in it longer than any other address in his life ever, so leaving was hard. We knew that would happen. Thursday night I lay in bed thinking meep, what have we done?! - all our combined belongings were in the new place so it was definitely no longer possible to have any further thoughts about whether or not we were actually ready to combine them. Aaaaaaa. Fortunately, Friday night brought no repeat of this. ... Last night I had dreams about spiders and ants and other bugs - in the living room, in the basement, in the kitchen, crawling on my skin. It was pretty awful. I chalked it up to anxiety about the new commute, since my whole morning routine is going to have to change, which is hard for a creature of habit. This morning went fine so maybe tonight I will not have such nightmares.
Promotion. My dossier (which is really just a packet) is due June 30, and I have to prepare a personal statement. I hate those. So I am filled with loathing.
Sinuses. I went to the ENT last Tuesday when I'd had this head cold for three weeks, and got amoxicillin and a fancy nasal spray that doesn't run down my throat or drip right back out my nose because it's powdery instead of liquidy. The two of them together seem to be working and I feel much better, less sneezy, etc. I've got a follow-up in two more weeks to talk about long-term plans and the possibility of roto-rooting now that the acute infection is taken care of. w00t. This weekend with the rain I found myself zonking out pretty much unconscious several times - three times on Friday alone - and the barometer app on my phone said the pressure was 1005 mba and still falling, which in my experience is plenty low; I start to feel groggy below about 1010. (I don't know how big a millibar is. I wouldn't think very? But the internet tells me "normal" atmospheric pressure at sea level - which is basically where we are, here in the swamp - is 1015, the highest sea level pressure ever recorded was 1085, and the lowest was 870 at the center of a tropical cyclone, so that's not a huge range to work with, is it. Anyway, when it gets low, or possibly when it drops quickly - can't tell if it's the absolute pressure or the rate of change - I get extremely drowsy and often doze off and wake up to find that it's raining. I want badly to talk to someone about whether making more room in my sinuses, particularly on the right side of my head, would make me less susceptible to such things - or if that's just the way my life is forever and ever.

And how are you?

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This morning some guys came to my apartment and in slightly less than two and a half hours accomplished an amount of packing that would have taken me whole weeks. Not long after they arrived I was felled with a splitting headache, which is pretty much gone now that they've been over at Himself's place for a couple of hours; I credit a prescription excedrin, some stretching, some time with the ice pack, a little blood sugar, and the fact that they're not in the act of putting all my worldly goods in boxes anymore. (Mind you the worldly goods are all in boxes, but somehow the state is different than the action.)

I'm off to take some things to the new place and some things to the goodwill. Tomorrow a crew will come to load the worldly goods into a truck and bring them to the new place, and I predict more headaches and queasiness and some tears, but eventually we'll both be okay. :-P

♥

i was so ... stressed
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I have made a deposit to get the movers to come move our stuff!

By three weeks from today the moving should be finished and Himself and myself should be living in our new place!

Aaaaaa!

i was so ... optimistic
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So the people who own the Friedrich house decided to go with a couple who were first to respond to their ad, which - since it's what I wish the people who own the original OMG HOUSE had done - I can't really argue with.

Which means Himself and I are variously on the phone with the rental agent going GO GO GO trying to be sure we get the application in for the pink Kurt house by COB today so there's not another weekend of people looking at it and the potential of getting sniped out of another one and having to begin all over again again. I want this process to be over already.

The Marta house, with the driveway backing right into traffic, has an application registered. That was our bronze-medal finisher, but we really couldn't have lived there because of the traffic situation. Even if we'd dealt with it, his family would have felt like they couldn't visit safely. The Brigitta house with the lamppost in the backyard is still active, so I suppose if someone gets Kurt out from under us we can have a conversation about whether to go with that one or to begin again. Liesl, Luisa, and Gretl are right out.

[eta: FUCKER WAS RENTED THIS MORNING. ~sigh~]

i was so ... determined
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Did my rubric and my participation in the threaded discussion. That's this week's tasks off my shoulders, though I still have the 8-10 page paper to write based on the rubric by [checking calendar] two weeks from Monday. Or a week from this Monday. Eleven days. No sweat.

Still no news on the house question. Trying really hard not to be ridiculously impatient. My weekend will be full of things, so if we call them tomorrow and they don't say no but they don't say yes yet, at least it won't eat at me the whole time.

i was so ... okay
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I'm just going to ramble for a bit. I'm sure my thoughts connect, but I'm kind of frazzy right now so here's a brain dump.

A couple of years ago I translated a book about this dialect we're interested in from French into English so colleagues who don't read French could consult it for our major project. This winter-spring we sent my translated chapters to someone whose French is stronger than mine (and, okay, I was working fast and rough so it wasn't like a finished product, but still), and I'm incorporating the changes and putting the whole mess into our publishing system and making it shiny and lovely for a June 3 deadline. I'm a little more than halfway through the text, so that's awesome, but there's an appendix I didn't bother with last time that's going to be more work than I realized. Sigh. Still. When this is done I ought to be able to point to it and say "You know that promotion I'm up for? QED."

The promotion materials - they call it a dossier, but really, it's just a packet - is due June 30. Resume is ready, recs are lined up, three years' worth of evals are gathered, it's just a matter of writing the personal statement, which of course is always my least favorite thing ever. I have the one I wrote last time I was applying for a promotion I more than deserved, but I don't even think I can use that as a starting point. A better starting point might be something like "Let's be honest, I've been doing awesome-level work for ages and lots of the people I work directly with and for can't stop saying so, sometimes even when nobody asked," and then shine that up and make it look more professional.

Also in June I'm going out to the childhood home to stay with my mom while she has a minor surgical procedure. That's after June 3, though, so I'll bring my laptop with me and be able to work from home but not be wrestling with an oncoming deadline.

But first I've got one more online discussion thread to participate in (by this Saturday evening) and a paper to write (by May 6) in which I analyze some websites according to a rubric I design (rubric design by tomorrow evening, ack!) for my last class, hurrah.

We've also got to move, once we know where we're moving to, and I'm about three kinds of impatient with the guy who owns the Mormon house - but only three, because I know it's not impossible that e.g. our references may be hard to reach on the phone, and you can't just rent your house to people without making sure they're not felons or whatever. Only if they're not going to rent to us I want to know so we can go ahead and apply for the pink-trim house miles away or, god forbid ptui ptui ptui, begin yet. again to find something else. It's the uncertainty. It's making my jaw hurt and I don't have a lot of wiggle room before my jaw hurting really gets in the way of almost everything.

i was so ... okay
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We saw seven houses yesterday. Seven. Same number as the Von Trapp children, a meaningless fact I haven't been able to get out of my head all day.

( The Von Trapp family houses. )

We decided we liked the Mormon house best - enough better than the pink house that we would find a way to deal with the fact that the pink house is available now and the Mormon house isn't available until July 1 and I've given notice at my building that I'll be moving out June 1. We thought Okay, it's not yet the end of April, maybe they haven't rented my place yet, in which event I can ask if I can have 30 more days; worst case, they say no, and we make some sort of arrangement to put my stuff in storage and I camp at Himself's place for the month of June. That wouldn't be ideal, because at his place we'd be more on top of each other than we'd like (which is why we're looking for something else), plus I'd be out of a suitcase and without any of my stuff; but I'll be gone for a week in the middle of the month visiting my mom for reasons anyway, and that's how much better we like the Mormon house and its location. But if it doesn't work out at all with the Mormon house we can be happy in the pink house for a couple of years and start looking for a house to buy that is as much like the brick Marta house as we can get, but a block or so away for sanity reasons.

So today I stopped by the leasing office to explain the situation and ask if I could have another 30 days - and found that the notice I'd put in three weeks ago hadn't been entered into the system. In fact they had no record of it. Fortunately I have a record of it, so if I had tried to leave on June 1 I'd have been able to brandish my copy of the document and prove that I didn't owe them another month's rent - but in this case it actually worked to my advantage, because they can't possibly have already rented my apartment for June if their computer didn't even realize it was available. (Turns out that when I handed in the thing where I checked the box saying I was not renewing my lease and would be leaving as of June 1, and asked for a copy of it, what the guy put in the file was a copy of the cover letter. The first couple-few weeks were not auspicious for the new office staff; the guy I saw today acknowledged they had had a lot of damage control to do from what the old staff left them. Fun times!) Now I have a pink copy of a triple-carbon official form that is signed and witnessed and I'm good here until July 5.

We have the application and the credit reports and hopefully I will have a new address and an as-of date sooon.

i was so ... okay
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As I had come to expect, we did not get OMG HOUSE. That's fine; we liked it but didn't love it (which is less important when you're renting, but still), and it really was way more house than we needed at all.

The manager has still not even heard an estimate from a contractor w/r/t retrofitting BUT WAIT HOUSE, and when he does he will then have to present it to the owner (who is in Europe) and basically, I expect the timeline is going to work out such that that house is not going to be a good fit for us at this time.

So I've resumed the search. I know we will find a place and then live in it and be happy. What I hate is all the logistical BLARGH of getting that done.

i was so ... calm
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So this morning, Himself having slept on it, we were go for OMG HOUSE. I went to the property manager's website to get the online application started, and the way you do that is by clicking an "apply now!" button from the individual listing. So I went to the listings. And right at the top was - a house that could be even better.

OMG HOUSE, built in 1995, is a very nice but mildly low-personality house on a cul-de-sac that is itself very nice, but is adjacent to a neighborhood that is a little less nice than what we'd choose. The house is actually a lot bigger than we need - our goal is more space than we could have in his current place, but OMG HOUSE is enormous. And we couldn't understand why in all our searches we didn't find anything meeting our requirements here in the area where we both already live, where practically everyone we know lives too. So OMG HOUSE is in a merely-adequate location and makes Himself start to feel like a yuppie in a McMansion.

BUT WAIT HOUSE is half again the size of his current place and still much smaller than OMG HOUSE. (Really: OMG HOUSE is too big.) It is a turn-of-the(-20th)-century Victorian with personality galore and maybe a mile from where I live now. Right here in our present zip code. BUT WAIT, we said - can we see that one before we make a firm decision about the first one?

Of course we can, says the property manager. But listen: being a very old house, it lacks air conditioning.

/o\

We're going to see it tomorrow and talk about what (if any) steps the owner is thinking about taking toward rigging the place for a/c, and when. I am prepared to love it and be persuaded that it will be coolable in the summer, in which case, great! And if we don't love BUT WAIT HOUSE or it's not going to be cooled this summer, we'll go with OMG HOUSE.

Someone put in an application for OMG HOUSE this afternoon.

/o\

We put in our application this afternoon also and can change it to BUT WAIT HOUSE if we want. A credit check is a credit check. And if everyone's credit and employment work out okay and the owner has to choose between us and the other applicants, they might pick us - I understand that the other people who are interested are looking to move in July and have a dog, and we would be moving much sooner and have no pets, both of which the owners would prefer - but they might not. Or the other people might make three times what we make. Or there might be even more other people. Bottom line: we might look at BUT WAIT HOUSE, decide we can't live there, and not get OMG HOUSE, and be nowhere.

My wiggins, let me show you them.

i was so ... anxious
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Himself has to sleep on it to make sure he's certain he feels as good about the decision as he thinks he does, but assuming nothing changes between now and lunch time tomorrow, we've chosen a house to move into. Together.

We're still just renting, so I feel a little silly being all OMGHOUSE, but: OMG! HOUSE!

i was so ... giddy
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Today I wrote and handed in the second-last paper I will ever write as a student. (This time I'm pretty sure I mean it.) The last one is an 8-10-pager due in a month (and worth 40% of the grade). I've got a couple of discussion threads to participate in before then, but really, this MLS thing is just about in the bag.

We have appointments to see four places over the course of the weekend, at which point I fervently hope we will both like the same one enough to rent it, because the whole business of getting things we can agree to look at hasn't been that difficult but the business of getting everyone together who needs to be together for us to look at them has been annoying in the extreme. Gah. (Me: "See, I told you moving sucked!" Him: "People are a problem." ♥)

We are also going to the bank (which one, we haven't sorted out yet) to open a joint account. Meep! Nobody's zeroing out any non-joint accounts, but still.

We have three estimates in hand from moving companies, which we'll have to compare and decide which one we prefer. (We may have to get back in touch with each of them once we decide on a place to have them move us into, and a date on or by which we would like to move - or we may just have to get back in touch with the one we decide on.)

I have confirmation that a present my mother didn't know I was sending has been delivered to her house. Yay.

I have been knitting a baby blanket for ages for a baby who is two months old already. Now that I only have one paper left to write and curling season is over, I hope I can bloody well finish it and move on to two or three hundred other things I've been meaning to cast on.

On the way home from work I am going to get ice cream, because I totally deserve it.

i was so ... okay
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Today I gave notice at my apartment.

!!!

I am now irrevocably committed to not living here past the end of May. Unsurprisingly, that makes me a little sad, even though I've been raring to get out of here for months - and when I haven't been eager specifically to get out of here, with its drafty walls and windows and stompy upstairs neighbors and shouty somewhere-else-in-the-building neighbors and damp bathroom and almost total lack of storage space and eensy kitchen, I have been very eager to achieve a time when I won't have to choose between going home and spending time with the Gentleman Caller because he will be where home is. (He is - well, maybe less enthusiastic, but mainly less demonstrative. He is totally on board but not without anxiety, which is fair, because he's even more introverted than I am and he's been on his own for even longer. Yesterday I said - by way of reassurance, because he doesn't need convincing - "You'll like being happy. It will make you so happy." [Right,

sanj? "Remember fun? And how much fun it was?"] He agreed that being happy is a positive thing; and then agreed much more readily that, at a minimum, he knows I will be happy and he will be happy to have made me so. ♥)

I also found a receipt I need to submit for a reimbursement, which I thought I'd lost and had worked out a workaround involving a heavily-redacted copy of my Visa bill; sorted out what needs sorting so I can graduate in May (hey, I'm getting another degree in a couple of months, you guys!); came home early from work with a migraine; and had a nap in which I dreamed something I don't remember at all except that at one point in the dream my hand was so swollen it was hard to move my fingers, and then I woke up and that hand was clenched into a fist so tight that of course I couldn't move my fingers. /o\ I also did today's work for my online class (but not yet the work that's due Saturday, hmm) and filled in the paperwork to renew my driver's license. And lit yizkor for my grandparents and my aunt and my father, because it's the last night of Passover.

Tomorrow and Wednesday are the last nights of curling for this season, and not a moment too soon - a lot of us are pretty well checked out of this season already, and at least in my own game play it kind of shows. :-P I'll be glad to have those two evenings a week back, though, especially as the weather gets nicer, which it seems it's finally ready to do.

i was so ... sleepy
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Every morning for the past several weeks my stomach has felt acid-y, whether I've had coffee or not. I am not enjoying that.
I did enjoy spring break, which was the first three days of this week, and in which I got a large number of useful things done as well as playing video games and napping. \o/
Himself's aunt (his late father's sister) and uncle have been in town from England for a conference, so we went and had dinner with them last night. It was very nice.
Himself's other aunt (his mother's sister) has been sidelined by Reasons so in addition to bringing dessert to seder on Monday, we are also bringing soup. I have three quarts of homemade chicken soup in my freezer, so actually the only additional work is making the matzo balls; he's going to try to get some schmaltz at the kosher grocery store because apparently that makes them worlds more delicious than using plain old vegetable oil. :-)
Quote from the first movers to give me a quote is in my hand. Eep! Pretty soon we'll have to find a place to move to and omg exciting but I cannot wait for the whole moving process to have begun so that it can end already. :-P

i was so ... good
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My grandmother (side note: before he met my mother's parents, my father had never known anyone who hadn't liked FDR; in fact he had not known there were such people) is unimpressed by Sarah Palin. My mother reports that she says McCain may have some qualities that would make him a good president, but judgment is clearly not one of them. (She's voting in New York, so she's not so important of a swing voter, but she has a sister in Indiana. I encouraged my mother to sound out her aunt on the subject asap. [g])
The days are getting shorter here in big enough increments that it's obvious to me from, like, one week to the next. I find this odd, because I remember noticing that sort of thing when I lived Much Further North (Oxford is on approximately the same latitude as Calgary. Latitude-and-climate-bingo is a fun game, incidentally. Cleveland, where I grew up, is about level with Barcelona, but I don't think they have our winters).
My place is almost entirely unpacked and moved-into, which is v. exciting for me.

That's all I've got, actually, because now I'm at work and I forgot that I was going on a field trip today, so the whole shape of the day has changed. :-)

i was so ... awake

I have these two shelves with decorative brackets that I normally hang up together. One three feet, one four feet, and the way I've hung them up the past couple of times I've lined up the brackets on one side so the things are a little off-center, comme ça --

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I'd identified the spot in the new place where I was going to hang the shelves, and I got the first bracket for the bottom shelf attached to the wall, and only now does it become clear to me that I don't really have room for both of them over there. Vertically, I mean. The ceilings are a little lower here, plus there's a ceiling fan over in the dining area, plus it's the dining area, right, so there's a table and chairs over there and I don't want the person sitting in the chair on that side of the table to risk bumping his or her head on the shelf or the brackets.

That's okay, though. I can put the longer shelf over there and the shorter one in my bedroom. No worries. Only the bracket that's up there now is a little low if there's only going to be one shelf on that wall. So tomorrow I'll detach it and reattach it higher up by a few inches ... and then I'll have two holes in the wall with anchors in them that I'm not using. [sigh, facepalm] But! The top one will be covered by the bracket, right, which is only moving up a few inches; and the bottom one, I can hang something decorative to cover it so I don't have to tug out the anchor and spackle and paint in that sport.

The fun never stops, eh?

i was so ... okay

So I have a Return of the Jedi "excalibur" poster in a frame, right, and the frame is crappy and falling apart, so I got a new poster frame to put it in; and when I took the thing out of the old frame, what did I find behind it but two copies of the "Have You Seen This Wizard" mug shot of Gary Oldman that

darthrami and I stole from a signpost on Hayes St. the summer Prisoner of Azkaban came out. Woo!

[eta: Also, I HAVE A RUG ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR. HOORAY.]

i was so ... happy

Sure enough, the leasing office was disappointed but not surprised by the letter I got from Pepco yesterday. Apparently this sort of thing happens often enough that they have a plan in place. I'll have a phone call to make on Monday, but not a trip to the effing Pepco office. We'll hope that works out.

i was so ... okay

getting license plates (or even information) out of my dealership unexpectedly like pulling teeth
combination of shiny new car and new zip code results in insurance being twice as expensive as before (and due today, of course)
electric company's shit is sufficiently asunder that they believe they were never told I live here, and would like to disconnect me on 22 August

Who'd have ever thought that any day with the DMV in it, the DMV would be the best thing that happened? I would really sort of like Friday to be done now, thanks. Except there's Olympics on, so I'll watch some boys throwing themselves around in the sand. That's okay. (And Bob's interview with Nastia and Shawn -- that Johnson kid is solid class, that's what.)

Also, I got a wee wire pantry rack and set up the microwave on top of it, so the kitchen is coming together all right.

i was so ... depressed

Mail call:

Dear Current Resident:

According to our records, electricity is being used at the above address although neither the owner nor a legal occupant has come forward to establish an account and assume responsibility for the monthly service bills. Pepco will not continue to provide service to this address without a responsible party. ...

[etc.]

Fortunately, the office gave me a heads up when I signed the lease that Pepco are a bunch of paperwork-losing fuckups. I'll call them all in the morning, and with any luck, it'll be sorted out. FEH.

i was so ... annoyed

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