Not Again

The best laid plans and all of that…forgive me as this move is taking way longer than planned. The heat and humidity is not helping at all. Here is where we are:

  1. Someone did not pack their stuff as requested we only found out late yesterday
  2. Very high heat coupled with humidity slowed everyone down 
  3. Everyone was feeling the last two days
  4. On the plus side, cable and Internet were installed today. I should be up and running by the weekend
  5. While waiting for cable much of the new house was organized or unpacked
  6. It’s feeling more like a home with each unpacked box

Tomorrow should be the last moving day. Sorry for the lame moving posts, but there is an end in sight and many games to play.

Vision (updated)

Move day 2. After a snafu our 17 foot truck when down from a 29 foot truck to a 15 foot truck. Yes, you did read that right. We only needed the truck for the big furniture and totes.

Paul showed up and while everyone else was at breakfast we loaded all but one bed into the truck. Paul had a vison of the truck full and he stuck to that vision. Seeing objects and “knowing” where they fit. Absolutely amazing. Total truck loading time: 1 hour. Load up the cars and most of our old home is at the new place.

Currently, I am at the old place boxing up the last of our stuff. Not much at all. Tomorrow should be the last day other than cleaning. Back to work.

P.S. I typed this using my phone. 🙂

Update: Night One: With the vast majority of our stuff moved we break for dinner. Steak and corn cooked on our grill and eaten outdoors at a picnic table. I do not have words for the happy smiles on everyone’s faces. The kids ran around the yard until nightfall when they stopped long to toast or burn marshmallows. Not bad after two days of moving.

The Move is ON!

Sorry for the late and short post, I am between car loads. We started moving today. With the help of a good friend we got all of the living room and most of the rest of the boxes from upstairs moved.

Tomorrow is the last of the boxes and the big stuff, so expect another short post. On the plus side of the move, the new place looks 100% better. Beyond anything I expected and more upgrades are slated for the very near future. I couldn’t ask for more given the very short time frame that this move has shaped up in.

Back to loading up the cars, hoping to fit one or more loads in to make tomorrow all about the big stuff and last stuff. Tomorrow will be another short post and after that back to “normal.”

This Old House

The soul of our home has been packed away and awaits the new location.

It took several months to build a bedroom for us. Some of you may remember the series of posts “Room for Fucking” on the old blog. That room which was the center of the house for the adults was taken down today. Took months to build the bed, find the wall art, wall stickers, and various holders for our toys and knick knacks. Months.

Barb built the bedframe herself. We modified the bedframe until it was perfect for…well, you get the picture. Months to find all of the colored fabric that I wove into patterns over the bed. This lowered the ceiling height and cut down on the brightness from the painfully white walls interaction with any light source. On the ceiling and walls hundreds of glow in the dark stars.

 

Difficult day, head to the bedroom and relax.

Good day, head to the bedroom and relax.

Need some quiet, head to the bedroom.

I think you get the point. No other room in this place has encapsulated our experiences as much as the bedroom and in one hour the bedroom was taken down and packed up. The house feels different. Similar to when we moved in except the potential of the place is gone. For the next people for sure, but we have been here for five years and three months which is one year and three months longer than planned.

For the next people to move in here are a few things to know about this place:

  1. More people than you have keys to this place and there will be times when you are sure that someone has been in here
  2. This place is home to the internet for the string of buildings, which means on occasion IT and internet people will be in your place
  3. There are pipes in the basement that leak and a hole in the basement that water flows in through during heavy rains and after winter. The basement has not flooded, but the potential remains. Numerous calls to maintenance have gotten a lot of “pipes are sweating,” just a heads up
  4. All of the windows leak air, lots of it
  5. All of the windows have violent mold growth; despite regular cleanings with bleach and anti-mold agents, the mold returns like clock work
  6. The front door may ice over during the winter, on the inside
  7. Ants, summer time, lots of ants from all doors and windows
  8. Downstairs bathroom is known to get bees and wasps inside because they nest near the intake vent for the house fan
  9. The house fan is loud and does nothing to improve the quality of the temperature or air
  10. You can hear everything your neighbors are doing and cooking and smoking, house fan only makes the smells better or worse depending upon what they are cooking or smoking. Assume they can hear you.
  11. Parking sucks, get used to it from day one
  12. Snow removal is spotty, sometimes really good, other times invest in a sled dog team, regardless the porch is a death trap unless heavily salted

I could go on, but the next people should learn to enjoy surprises.

Cross your fingers, tomorrow starts the move…

 

 

Crispy Fried Hicken

I see other people in the world feel the pain of the C-key not working, although in this case I am going to guess that the store owner did not have enough C’s. Or there is such a thing as a hicken. Hopefully crispy fried is the preferred cooking style, not that I can imagine soggy fried anything being something you would want to advertise, let alone eat. Oh well, here is to all the missing C’s in the world.

Amazon and forwarding mail have it out for me. For the life of me and my Prime account I have zero idea why anything cannot be shipped to a PO Box. Let’s remove explosive and dangerous, which I can understand, and focus on this is a game. A game in a box the size of which I have gotten shipped to the PO Box before and much larger boxes. Yet, this particular box was a no go. Being quasi-intelligent, I had the box shipped to our current address hoping it would arrive on our doorstep. Nope sent to forwarding hell, where the box/game could languish for another two weeks.

Messed up thing, aside from the whole no shipping to PO Box, why do I pay for the service if you can’t get it to me, is an expansion will arrive before the game. What do you do with an expansion and no main game. Don’t remind me that we are moving next week, I wanted something new and fun to play and write about. So with that out of the way, what do you do with an expansion? I am going to hazard a guess that I will stare longingly at the expansion and dream of better gaming days ahead. 🙂

Next week looks to be a busy week. If all goes well, and when does that happen, Monday we get the keys and start the move one carload at a time. Monday is also when we take care of the remaining bills. Tuesday, the big move day when we have a Uhaul. Wednesday, unpacking and waiting for the cable/internet to show up. Thursday, more unpacking. Friday, finish up and get back to writing. Hooray!

We all know this won’t go according to plan, but at least I have yet another list to read when it all goes sideways. The plus side, we are more than ready to move. Hell, I am looking forward to moving Boxtopolis to a new site. This site will have better parking and a much better view of grass, tree, road, and other stuff not seen at its current location. I may be able to fly the Boxtopolis flag finally; a piece of cardboard on a stick, doesn’t really wave, more of a…piece of cardboard on a stick. We all dream.

Damnit, popped a button on my pants. Not that has anything to do with anything other than the real time nature of my posts and that I need to add “find pants” to my list of things to do.

I Declare Boxtopolis Open Forever!

As packing comes to its inevitable conclusion I am leaning towards the radical thought of not unpacking anything. Nothing. Everything stays in the boxes. Why would I be leaning towards this type of radicalism? Because…

  • I packed all of the boxes
  • I do not want to see my work undone by people who only care about what is inside the box like some kid (there are two kids) after the toy prize in a box of cereal; I would’ve have said box of Cracker Jacks, but the “toy prize” in Cracker Jacks SUCKS
  • I have grown accustomed to the boxes acting as furniture, path direction throughout the house, decorations, and am rather enjoying not having anything on the walls
  • I don’t want to have to pack ever again
  • I have lived without much of our stuff for closing in on 100 days, why do any of us need to see it now
  • I enjoy knowing that everything is now “new in box” and thus collectable
  • I enjoy the mental challenge of figuring out how I could build all of the furniture out of boxes. This could be problematic with some of the softer boxes, but given the amount of boxes, I am positive that any construction flaws will be overcome with the clever rearrangement of boxes
  • Boxes do not need to be cleaned and can be written on, providing me with an entire home of writing surfaces. Why writers have not thought of this before I will never know
  • While I enjoy the surprise and excitement of unpacking as much as the next person, as I sit here typing on a box of yarn-I upgrade my writing desk from a box of bento boxes to a paper box full of yarn-I cannot imagine another way to live

Radical packing and unpacking thoughts aside, my day has been tinged by a somewhat sleepless night. Throughout the night I woke from a dream where the Spectrum cable jingle played, I understand that anyone outside of this area will not be familiar with the jingle and I do not want you to become familiar with the jingle, so try to imagine a cheery cable commercial with a man beat boxing and a lot of auto-tune.

Use that as the background music for whatever dreams you are having and you can see why I kept waking up. No bad dreams, just dreams continually interrupted by that damn jingle. It is possible that someone broke through my box fort…Boxtopolis…to play that damn jingle each time I hit REM sleep or whatever phase of sleeping includes dreaming and allows annoying jingles to penetrate the conscious mind. Hopefully while packing up the remnants of the house I find them and Clockwork Orange them for a few days to that damn jingle.

Boxtopolis laws will be fair and mostly unjust because I am the ruler. You want to lead, you pack your own Boxtopolis, until then the rule of the packed box stands; fit what you can in a box, tape it closed, label it, and then pick it up. If the box holds, you are in the right; if the box fails, you are in the wrong.