Totally new-school
The directions are accurate: it's far easier to assemble this wine rack if you do it on a flat surface. I tried putting my first one together on a cardboard box on my linoleum in London, and it totally didn't work. The fact that I was a bit drunk at the time didn't help much, either.
But that's beside the point.
Here I am in Ottawa, after what could have been a far worse time moving, but also a far better one. I have learned a valuable lesson this week, and that lesson is that you always need to bribe people with beer to help you move. This is because one person cannot possibly box up their entire house by themselves over the course of three days. Not even when Olivia, that little trooper, helps you out all day long on the last day and you're still not entirely done. Bless her heart for sticking with me on that awful 06:00-20:30 jaunt. I don't really see what I was thinking when I almost rented a truck myself to do this. That would have been an impossible undertaking.
But it's all over now. Well, almost.
The fellows came with my gear yesterday and unloaded the truck in the time it took for the people who actually had the elevator booked to show up. They are that efficient. I came in under the estimated weight (my life weighs a bit more than 2880 lbs.) and thus have likely saved a cool $500. Things aren't all put away yet, and they won't be for a while, since I want to get my thesis done and everything painted before really unpacking. Until then I'm content to live in Boxtown.
There are still some things that have to be fixed up in here: the toilet's leaking, for one thing, and the kitchen sink backs up. And I need to buy lamps and drapes and a shower curtain. But this place is pretty kickass, especially because the cable guy came by and hooked me up with some sweet, sweet digital love this afternoon.
And now I get to take the bus in to work! Yay!
But that's beside the point.
Here I am in Ottawa, after what could have been a far worse time moving, but also a far better one. I have learned a valuable lesson this week, and that lesson is that you always need to bribe people with beer to help you move. This is because one person cannot possibly box up their entire house by themselves over the course of three days. Not even when Olivia, that little trooper, helps you out all day long on the last day and you're still not entirely done. Bless her heart for sticking with me on that awful 06:00-20:30 jaunt. I don't really see what I was thinking when I almost rented a truck myself to do this. That would have been an impossible undertaking.
But it's all over now. Well, almost.
The fellows came with my gear yesterday and unloaded the truck in the time it took for the people who actually had the elevator booked to show up. They are that efficient. I came in under the estimated weight (my life weighs a bit more than 2880 lbs.) and thus have likely saved a cool $500. Things aren't all put away yet, and they won't be for a while, since I want to get my thesis done and everything painted before really unpacking. Until then I'm content to live in Boxtown.
There are still some things that have to be fixed up in here: the toilet's leaking, for one thing, and the kitchen sink backs up. And I need to buy lamps and drapes and a shower curtain. But this place is pretty kickass, especially because the cable guy came by and hooked me up with some sweet, sweet digital love this afternoon.
And now I get to take the bus in to work! Yay!