Things that suck:
Aug. 22nd, 2008 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eruthrosMoving.
*tired*
Actually, I don't have a lot of stuff (as American materialists go, anyway) -- it was basically in the back of my old landlord's pickup, plus a table and some chairs and a dresser in the trailer. My old landlord came in to check out what I was asking him to put into storage and was all "wait, that's it? you're done? this is all?" Me: "um, yes?" Him: "Oh, no problem at all. In fact, there's so little of it I'll probably just leave it in the truck."
Nonetheless, I am completely sick of the stairs to my new apartment, especially the turn halfway up.
Here is my big problem, see: I have a six-foot butcher block table that I am completely devoted to. It has survived several moves, made it up and down steep flights of stairs (Philadelphia, though I might still have the bruises on my hip where I balanced all the weight going up the stairs) and through weird-sized doorways (Ithaca, part one) and been sanded and re-mineral oiled many times and used to roll out pie crusts and to eat dinner and it only cost me $50 at a Goodwill, because it was stained. (To be fair, it was so badly stained that a belt sander was involved in rehabilitation.) But it is a pain in the fucking ass to move. Six foot butcher block table, two inches thick of solid maple: about 175 pounds, and, of course, also bulky and hard to hold onto.
And this time, I'd left it in one piece so that it was easier for my old landlord to put in storage -- there are no handles on the top of the table without the legs on -- which meant we had to get it out of the trailer, up the driveway, put it upside-down on the grass, take off the legs, get the top of the table up the stairs and around several corners, and then get the legs back on.
Blargh.
On the other hand, I am now sitting out on my extremely large balcony that I plan on using as a living room while it's warm enough, in a rocking chair, on the internet. So there is that.
***
Also, this xkcd would entirely describe my situation right now, as I am waiting for the Roadrunner internet guys to phone me back about installation, except that I can get the far edge of a Clarity Connect wifi network from here, and while I am too cheap to pay $10 for two hours of internet in the airport, $15 for a month seems totally reasonable now give me the internet now no now. So I have wifi, but it's really really slow, and downloading vividcon vids = also slow. Woe.
*tired*
Actually, I don't have a lot of stuff (as American materialists go, anyway) -- it was basically in the back of my old landlord's pickup, plus a table and some chairs and a dresser in the trailer. My old landlord came in to check out what I was asking him to put into storage and was all "wait, that's it? you're done? this is all?" Me: "um, yes?" Him: "Oh, no problem at all. In fact, there's so little of it I'll probably just leave it in the truck."
Nonetheless, I am completely sick of the stairs to my new apartment, especially the turn halfway up.
Here is my big problem, see: I have a six-foot butcher block table that I am completely devoted to. It has survived several moves, made it up and down steep flights of stairs (Philadelphia, though I might still have the bruises on my hip where I balanced all the weight going up the stairs) and through weird-sized doorways (Ithaca, part one) and been sanded and re-mineral oiled many times and used to roll out pie crusts and to eat dinner and it only cost me $50 at a Goodwill, because it was stained. (To be fair, it was so badly stained that a belt sander was involved in rehabilitation.) But it is a pain in the fucking ass to move. Six foot butcher block table, two inches thick of solid maple: about 175 pounds, and, of course, also bulky and hard to hold onto.
And this time, I'd left it in one piece so that it was easier for my old landlord to put in storage -- there are no handles on the top of the table without the legs on -- which meant we had to get it out of the trailer, up the driveway, put it upside-down on the grass, take off the legs, get the top of the table up the stairs and around several corners, and then get the legs back on.
Blargh.
On the other hand, I am now sitting out on my extremely large balcony that I plan on using as a living room while it's warm enough, in a rocking chair, on the internet. So there is that.
***
Also, this xkcd would entirely describe my situation right now, as I am waiting for the Roadrunner internet guys to phone me back about installation, except that I can get the far edge of a Clarity Connect wifi network from here, and while I am too cheap to pay $10 for two hours of internet in the airport, $15 for a month seems totally reasonable now give me the internet now no now. So I have wifi, but it's really really slow, and downloading vividcon vids = also slow. Woe.
