Thursday, September 11, 2008

Friday moving story

Moving is done, whee!

I feel the need to post the experience here for posterity (I can't post it at my main journal at livejournal as far too many of my roommate's friends read it, you'll understand when you read the rest of this post.)

I do warn you, this promises to be long so you may want to skip over it, though there may be cookies at the end of it...

So, I took Thursday and Friday off in preparation for the move, which was to be Saturday though we had negotiated to have through Monday to complete it (a good thing, as it turns out)

Friday one of my roommates, we'll call him T arrived home. Now I'd had a bit of an issue with my roommates being rather ineffectual about packing and helping me get common areas ready to move. After a fair amount of nagging I gave up and resolved to point and laugh during the move when all my stuff was dealt with and they were still struggling.

I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right.

In reality I know I'm not quite that mean but that's another story. In any case T actually started doing stuff to get ready! I jumped in helped since I wanted to reward him for actually displaying some concern that we had to move all this crap the next day and we merrily packed away while wondering where the other roommate, we'll call him C, was.

C had been grouchy all week and had insisted he had a plan for moving that would make it go easy and efficiently. Given that he wouldn't TELL us his plan made me a bit dubious but he was grouchy enough that I just threw up my hands and let him have at it.

Anyway, C got home around 9 pm while we were going through packing and sorting T's cds that he had in the living room. He really didn't say much just collected a box and went out to the balcony where he proceeded to burn papers in the hibachi grill we were discarding.

For three hours.

We speculated during this time just how much paper that needed to be shredded/burned could one person have when they've only been in a place for two years. It was rather impressive. Why he couldn't, you know, pack stuff and burn shit later if he felt in the need of some cathartic pyromania the world will never know.

In any case, by the time he was done burning paper it was 11:30 and I retreated to my bedroom to get some sleep, knowing that moving would start exactly at 10:01 if we could possibly manage it...

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Moving on up.

Once again I fail muchly at updating this though this time I at least have the excuse of having been preparing to move after ten years in the same place.

(pause while I run down the street flailing my arms and screaming)

Ahem, what was I saying? Ah yes, moving. It's only upstairs actually, they're remodelling our apartment complex and the choice of "Move to a more expensive place here that's remodelled or find a new place in sixty days" Needless to say we chose the first option though the rent increase is going to mean that things are going to be very tight in the fox-o-sphere, I'm afraid. I'll try and refrain from any more flailing and screaming though.

So that's happening Saturday. I haven't been doing much in the way of knitting because of it, I'm afraid, though I've been doing a bit of spinning here and there...I find it's easier to pick up and put down and a bit more relaxing in the grand scheme of things. Except when it's not. So I've finished another 124 yards of the endless bag of merino in 2 ply, and started spinning some lovely fiber I obtained from my friend Reesa, both of which will probably have pictures forthcoming as soon as I manage to remember where I stuffed my camera to keep it out of the way.

I've also been failing at keeping up with my other art (come to think of it, I've never posted any links here to that, have I? I'll have to remedy that sometime) but I need to crack down when I move as I'm pondering actually putting some in the art show at a convention in Jan. Though that idea has a bit of arm flailing potential as well, I'm afraid.