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This might actually work...
Nov. 11th, 2009 08:06 pmLive from my new apartment, it's ... what day is it again?
Things don't ever go smooth.
Nov. 3rd, 2009 02:18 pmCalled OTE (phone company) today, received an appointment for a week from today (i.e. next Tuesday, November 10). Then I got a call from the mover, who will be unable to move my stuff to the new place until the following Wednesday (the 11th) at the earliest. Might work out in the long run, since the painter was saying that his job wouldn't be completed until Sunday or Monday.
Wonder if they're still cutting off my phone and DSL tonight...
Wonder if they're still cutting off my phone and DSL tonight...
Nuts and bolts
Apr. 17th, 2006 06:07 pmThe moving-in process continues. All sorts of little things have to be done to change a new space from a warehouse into a home; many bookshelves must be installed, so that books can come out of unsightly and heavy boxes; food must go into the refrigerator, for one cannot survive on takeout food alone; and things must go up on the walls, as floor and desk space are at a premium in a New York apartment.
My computer (which doubles as my TV) is set up now, after the last stage of the complicated process: putting a wall bracket up to hold my monitor. This involved drilling some seriously large holes in the wall for the bracket, and mounting it in place with something the building's carpenter called "toggle bolts". Turns out these are fairly common items, especially for people who need to mount things on walls that are basically just drywall or Sheetrock or plasterboard; but the whole time I was searching for the right size of toggle bolt, my brain kept on looking for self-sealing stem bolts.
Ah-yup. Can ya tell I watched a whole lot of Star Trek when I was a kid?
My computer (which doubles as my TV) is set up now, after the last stage of the complicated process: putting a wall bracket up to hold my monitor. This involved drilling some seriously large holes in the wall for the bracket, and mounting it in place with something the building's carpenter called "toggle bolts". Turns out these are fairly common items, especially for people who need to mount things on walls that are basically just drywall or Sheetrock or plasterboard; but the whole time I was searching for the right size of toggle bolt, my brain kept on looking for self-sealing stem bolts.
Ah-yup. Can ya tell I watched a whole lot of Star Trek when I was a kid?
Live from New York
Apr. 13th, 2006 08:57 pmMoving in is sort of complete. It's complete in that everything's moved from New Jersey to New York; not so much, in that just about everything is still in boxes. Had to build my new bed; decided to call it a night after building its core, which was enough to put my matress on.
More later as it develops.
Oh, and I'm connected to the superhighway again. But then, since you're reading this, you could have determined that already. *g*
More later as it develops.
Oh, and I'm connected to the superhighway again. But then, since you're reading this, you could have determined that already. *g*
The day of
Apr. 13th, 2006 07:53 amMovers coming in twenty minutes. Time to close down.
Next update from the new place.
Next update from the new place.
The night before
Apr. 12th, 2006 11:11 pmAlmost everything's packed. Sleep comes slowly, if at all.
Maybe one more entry from Jersey tomorrow AM, if time permits. Then on to NYC.
Maybe one more entry from Jersey tomorrow AM, if time permits. Then on to NYC.
The evening before
Apr. 12th, 2006 05:40 pmAnd the majority of packing is complete. Just about my whole life is now in boxes in a moving truck in the driveway.
The living room echoes when one speaks in it, surprising until one realizes that it's not a living room any more, just a wide open empty box with nothing to deflect the sound.
We're all teetering on the edge of exhaustion now, but this is probably the worst of it. The moving-in process should be somewhat less hectic.
Maybe one more post from suburbia tomorrow morning, before I unhook the house from the information superhighway, and carry that connection with me into the city that never sleeps.
Close entry.
The living room echoes when one speaks in it, surprising until one realizes that it's not a living room any more, just a wide open empty box with nothing to deflect the sound.
We're all teetering on the edge of exhaustion now, but this is probably the worst of it. The moving-in process should be somewhat less hectic.
Maybe one more post from suburbia tomorrow morning, before I unhook the house from the information superhighway, and carry that connection with me into the city that never sleeps.
Close entry.
The day before
Apr. 12th, 2006 02:02 pmMovers came at nine in the morning. The house is chaos.
Tomorrow morning, I go early to the new place, with a power screwdriver so I can build my furniture. I'll also bring along the router so I'll be wired up (wirelessly, that is).
Tomorrow morning, I go early to the new place, with a power screwdriver so I can build my furniture. I'll also bring along the router so I'll be wired up (wirelessly, that is).
Final days
Apr. 11th, 2006 06:53 pmToday, tomorrow, and the next day, and then we leave this house behind forever. The fireplace has seen its last fire, the back porch has seen its last barbecue. The majority of everything we own is now in boxes.
I'm leaving the desktop tower in place until tomorrow, because I don't want to trust it to the movers. Tomorrow, they come to begin the packing process, taking just about everything but the beds and what furniture we plan to leave with the house (not much, but some, which will be subject to a tag sale later on, probably). I'll leave our Internet connection up until the end on this end, and then plug it in as soon as I can on the other end (the latest report says that there is power by the broadband jack now, so I can set up the router with a minimum of fuss in the apartment).
I'll be on line. On LJ, on AIM, on Skype. Because truthfully? I think it's only now hitting me emotionally that I'm leaving my old home forever. And while the future looks exciting, the present is kind of depressing, all packed into cardboard boxes. And I'm sick of the isolation.
I'm leaving the desktop tower in place until tomorrow, because I don't want to trust it to the movers. Tomorrow, they come to begin the packing process, taking just about everything but the beds and what furniture we plan to leave with the house (not much, but some, which will be subject to a tag sale later on, probably). I'll leave our Internet connection up until the end on this end, and then plug it in as soon as I can on the other end (the latest report says that there is power by the broadband jack now, so I can set up the router with a minimum of fuss in the apartment).
I'll be on line. On LJ, on AIM, on Skype. Because truthfully? I think it's only now hitting me emotionally that I'm leaving my old home forever. And while the future looks exciting, the present is kind of depressing, all packed into cardboard boxes. And I'm sick of the isolation.
More moving preparations
Apr. 6th, 2006 11:55 pmSold another car today - that's the last set of wheels we had to get rid of. Tomorrow comes the dive into Craigslist to sell off furniture that won't fit in the apartment.
Swinging between being excited about the move (discovered the other day: facilities which include a small gym on the 38th floor of the next-door tower, with a to-die-for view of the East River looking north towards Yankee Stadium, with a solarium opposite with an equally gorgeous view south towards the Verrazano Narrows) and depressed about what's being left behind (gorrammit, they're tearing down the house I grew up in!).
Worked yesterday, earning money for typing numbers into a computer. I honestly have not the first clue what the numbers meant. Ah, well; more incentive to pound on doors to law offices starting a week from tomorrow. And maybe to get some business-card stock and print myself a few new cards.
Have come to slow realization that I'm not going to be able to watch all the Battlestar eps I recorded onto the DVR before the move, which could be a problem in as how the device is a DirecTV-specific box, and we're switching to Time Warner because there's no place to hang a satellite dish in the apartment. So, I'm half a season behind, with slim prospects for catching up (unless I can finagle a cable jack to plug into the back of my tower PC so I can catch 'em in reruns), which really bites 'cause while waiting for a bus into Manhattan this afternoon, I had an inkling of an idea for the next tale of the good ship Gooney Bird.
But that's a story for another day. G'night, all.
Swinging between being excited about the move (discovered the other day: facilities which include a small gym on the 38th floor of the next-door tower, with a to-die-for view of the East River looking north towards Yankee Stadium, with a solarium opposite with an equally gorgeous view south towards the Verrazano Narrows) and depressed about what's being left behind (gorrammit, they're tearing down the house I grew up in!).
Worked yesterday, earning money for typing numbers into a computer. I honestly have not the first clue what the numbers meant. Ah, well; more incentive to pound on doors to law offices starting a week from tomorrow. And maybe to get some business-card stock and print myself a few new cards.
Have come to slow realization that I'm not going to be able to watch all the Battlestar eps I recorded onto the DVR before the move, which could be a problem in as how the device is a DirecTV-specific box, and we're switching to Time Warner because there's no place to hang a satellite dish in the apartment. So, I'm half a season behind, with slim prospects for catching up (unless I can finagle a cable jack to plug into the back of my tower PC so I can catch 'em in reruns), which really bites 'cause while waiting for a bus into Manhattan this afternoon, I had an inkling of an idea for the next tale of the good ship Gooney Bird.
But that's a story for another day. G'night, all.
State of the irregular
Mar. 20th, 2006 05:14 pmBeen a while since I put anything up here. So, what's with the me, you might ask? (More likely, you're asking, why doesn't he shut up? But that's another blog entry entirely.)
Moving date is April 13. Spent some time looking for furnishings which would work okay in a confined space. Lots of window-shopping at Ikea, actually; went to one other place and got treated with a measure of derision for my requirements, plus got a certain amount of shock at looking at a computer desk that ran somewhere in the neighborhood of three grand (I've bought cars for less, thank you very much). Lots of things to do in the meanwhile. Gotta arrange for telephone and cable TV (antennas would be kinda problematic, and satellite even more so; no TV would equal baseball withdrawal for half the household).
There are up-sides, though. Little things. The view from the place is to die for; looking out over the Queensboro Bridge (remember the original Spider-Man movie? The bridge at the end battle, with the cable cars? That bridge, those cable cars), with views out over Manhattan, looking to Central Park and south and west. On-site gym is in the tower next door, free for residents' use; maybe I can finally shed those persistent six or seven pounds that keep ignoring my eviction notice.
Oh, and apparently the University provides free broadband to both towers. So theoretically, all I should need to do is plug in the router, power up the laptop, and surf away.
Things seem to be coming together a little.
Moving date is April 13. Spent some time looking for furnishings which would work okay in a confined space. Lots of window-shopping at Ikea, actually; went to one other place and got treated with a measure of derision for my requirements, plus got a certain amount of shock at looking at a computer desk that ran somewhere in the neighborhood of three grand (I've bought cars for less, thank you very much). Lots of things to do in the meanwhile. Gotta arrange for telephone and cable TV (antennas would be kinda problematic, and satellite even more so; no TV would equal baseball withdrawal for half the household).
There are up-sides, though. Little things. The view from the place is to die for; looking out over the Queensboro Bridge (remember the original Spider-Man movie? The bridge at the end battle, with the cable cars? That bridge, those cable cars), with views out over Manhattan, looking to Central Park and south and west. On-site gym is in the tower next door, free for residents' use; maybe I can finally shed those persistent six or seven pounds that keep ignoring my eviction notice.
Oh, and apparently the University provides free broadband to both towers. So theoretically, all I should need to do is plug in the router, power up the laptop, and surf away.
Things seem to be coming together a little.
Logic vs. emotion
Mar. 14th, 2006 12:15 amLogically, it shouldn't make any difference to me what happens to this house after I move away. It won't be my issue; this place won't be my residence any more.
Emotionally, though ... I hate the thought of someone taking a wrecking ball to my home. This is what it must have felt like when Ebbetts Field was demolished ... only on a much more personal level.
I move out April 18, but this house, with all its quirks and foibles, is my home, and has been for decades. And even if I won't be living here any more, it feels like I'll be leaving part of myself behind.
And that part of me will die when they tear down my home.
*sniffle*
Emotionally, though ... I hate the thought of someone taking a wrecking ball to my home. This is what it must have felt like when Ebbetts Field was demolished ... only on a much more personal level.
I move out April 18, but this house, with all its quirks and foibles, is my home, and has been for decades. And even if I won't be living here any more, it feels like I'll be leaving part of myself behind.
And that part of me will die when they tear down my home.
*sniffle*
