Good Things
Ithaca Fact: There are a lot of Subarus in this town. About every tenth car is a white Outback or a green Forester- I've even seen some Legacys.
I'm all moved in to the co-op and have already volunteered almost 40 hours at the PRI. Things are moving right a long! I only socialize with co-workers and housemates and a woman who lives next door and her little girl. (Aside: Lily is eight and she just came in because I told her that if she beat the real Labyrinth game we have, she could play the version I have on my phone. She did so this morning. To her credit, she made small talk with me for like five minutes before revealing she just wanted to play my game.) Since I've gotten here, I've talked with Jordan more than anyone else, which has made it easier to be in a lonely new place. Everyone I've met has been really nice and pretty interesting, but no one has jumped out as someone who could become a close friend.
But my room is getting to be a pretty good place to hide. It's painted and slowly becoming furnished. It came to me with plastered scars and thinly covered drawings on the walls. The floor is red linoleum and the ceiling was in pretty good shape.
The previous owners supposedly made sets for Sesame Street (supported by weird crap around the house and piled in the barn) and there is a great variety of paint in the basement. I repainted the frames and baseboards "ultra pure white" and mixed a drip of maroon into a "deco white" bucket for the color of three walls. The last one I mixed like five colors, eventually making a color that wound up looking better on the wall than in the bucket.
It was supposed to be olive-er so it wouldn't look like Christmas, but I think it still avoids it.
Here is the situation at the PRI as I understand it: They got a new storage system for upper collections and moved the hundreds of drawers and cabinets out of the way while they delivered the new stuff. At some point, someone noticed that the floor was not properly reinforced and risked dropping upper collections onto lower collections. This is about when I came to the rescue.
They are going to add steel beams in three places and weld some shit, after electricians come in and lower the lights out of their way. Before that, I (and the real collections assistant) rotate things out of the third of the room they are working on at a given time. And cover all the cabinets in plastic so they don't get all dusty.
So the things on top of the cabinets in question
must go on the cabinets not in the way.
I am getting ripped. And bruised.
The house is only somewhat functional as a co-op right now, as a lot of people are leaving. Although, we've been playing volleyball every Sunday. We don't have communal grocery buying at the moment, but we do have communal food space, which means I've been mooching almost all my meals. Last night I came home and had a huge spaghetti dinner with real mozzarella, Greek olives, fresh basil, etc. followed by a trip to an icecream shop with a line out into the parking lot. Worth the wait.
The weather has been gorgeous and I discovered the bus that goes by my house is also the one that goes to the museum. Everything is working out so well! Now that I have a bed, the guest room is free, so you should come visit me. Joel and Andri already got firsties are coming to visit in a couple of days and we are going to have SO MUCH FUN.
Also, I think I'm going to Europe over Sister's birthday.
I'm all moved in to the co-op and have already volunteered almost 40 hours at the PRI. Things are moving right a long! I only socialize with co-workers and housemates and a woman who lives next door and her little girl. (Aside: Lily is eight and she just came in because I told her that if she beat the real Labyrinth game we have, she could play the version I have on my phone. She did so this morning. To her credit, she made small talk with me for like five minutes before revealing she just wanted to play my game.) Since I've gotten here, I've talked with Jordan more than anyone else, which has made it easier to be in a lonely new place. Everyone I've met has been really nice and pretty interesting, but no one has jumped out as someone who could become a close friend.
But my room is getting to be a pretty good place to hide. It's painted and slowly becoming furnished. It came to me with plastered scars and thinly covered drawings on the walls. The floor is red linoleum and the ceiling was in pretty good shape.
The previous owners supposedly made sets for Sesame Street (supported by weird crap around the house and piled in the barn) and there is a great variety of paint in the basement. I repainted the frames and baseboards "ultra pure white" and mixed a drip of maroon into a "deco white" bucket for the color of three walls. The last one I mixed like five colors, eventually making a color that wound up looking better on the wall than in the bucket.
It was supposed to be olive-er so it wouldn't look like Christmas, but I think it still avoids it.
Here is the situation at the PRI as I understand it: They got a new storage system for upper collections and moved the hundreds of drawers and cabinets out of the way while they delivered the new stuff. At some point, someone noticed that the floor was not properly reinforced and risked dropping upper collections onto lower collections. This is about when I came to the rescue.
They are going to add steel beams in three places and weld some shit, after electricians come in and lower the lights out of their way. Before that, I (and the real collections assistant) rotate things out of the third of the room they are working on at a given time. And cover all the cabinets in plastic so they don't get all dusty.
So the things on top of the cabinets in question
must go on the cabinets not in the way.
I am getting ripped. And bruised.
The house is only somewhat functional as a co-op right now, as a lot of people are leaving. Although, we've been playing volleyball every Sunday. We don't have communal grocery buying at the moment, but we do have communal food space, which means I've been mooching almost all my meals. Last night I came home and had a huge spaghetti dinner with real mozzarella, Greek olives, fresh basil, etc. followed by a trip to an icecream shop with a line out into the parking lot. Worth the wait.
The weather has been gorgeous and I discovered the bus that goes by my house is also the one that goes to the museum. Everything is working out so well! Now that I have a bed, the guest room is free, so you should come visit me. Joel and Andri already got firsties are coming to visit in a couple of days and we are going to have SO MUCH FUN.
Also, I think I'm going to Europe over Sister's birthday.