Some highlights the Big Move Weekend:
- Got up far too early, at least by my usual standards. I’d been convinced that starting early in the day was a good call, since that way by the time the world’s gotten Too Darn Hot the heavy lifting’s pretty much done. I somehow missed breakfast; I’d bought some blackberries which were going to serve as the main component but they’d gone bad overnight, so I sort of just wrote the whole thing off as a loss.
- Of my three putative volunteers, I ended up with one. One of the others was waiting on getting his car back from the shop (apparently engine rebuilds take rather longer than you might expect); as for the other, I’d sort of forgotten that he’s not always one to check e-mail when he’s not in session, so it’s entirely possible that he never got the info. This made the work a lot harder, though not impossible.
- A certain amount of creativity was used to pack the moving van… the sort required when one realizes what one should have done an hour ago. We got almost everything big/bulky/heavy in one trip between the van and a pick-up truck, though.
- My box-spring fails to fit up the stairs to the bedroom. This makes me sad.
- Returning the van became a bit of an adventure because the U-Haul folks were sticklers about the gas level. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the gas gauge reading changed pretty randomly when the truck was actually in motion, so getting it to the required level wasn’t an easy thing.
- After I’ve treated him to lunch, I get my volunteer to drop me back off at my old apartment (which is where my car is); this is slightly complicated by a nearby traffic signal being out — someone crashed into a pole supporting electrical wires, I think? Anyhow, so I get back in to the old place and find my power’s not working. At first I get all indignant in my head about how I’ve got this place rented for another 2.5 weeks, how dare they cut off my power just because they saw me moving stuff out, etc. It took a minute or two before I connected “no power in the apartment” with “no power at the traffic signal”, and then I was much better.
- Some unwelcome discoveries about the new place: the air conditioning seems ineffective at best, malfunctioning at worst. (Turns out it’s malfunctioning, and steps are being taken to fix the problem.) Also, of the three apparent phone jacks in the house, only one of them seems to be connected to the phone line. (But at least it’s the right one, i.e. the one in the room where I’m planning on putting my computer/network/music stuff.) I’m thinking that a pair of cordless handsets might be the easiest solution.
Speaking of phone stuff, while my voice service got switched over just fine on Friday morning, the DSL did not. Initial investigations with computerized voices suggested a connection date of something like 12 days hence; talking with an actual person got this knocked down to a week, but no reasonable explanation was supplied regarding the reason for the delay. I hadn’t realized how lonely not having the internet could feel.- On my way out that evening to pick up some rudimentary groceries, I’m accosted by my right-hand neighbour: “Welcome to the neighbourhood! I’m glad you took the dump.” Not exactly a flying start to neighbourly relations, in my opinion.
I’ve still got a bunch of stuff (mostly paper and assorted bric-a-brac) to take from the old place, which I’ll be doing on and off over the next two weeks. I’m also slowly putting together a list of things I’ll be wanting in the new place. I figure that by the end of August I’ll be more or less settled in.