[me, domesticity] Update, De-evacuating
When last I updated you on my living situation, I had just re-taken possession of my apartment, Aug 30, having been assisted by kelkyag, ron_newman, and tn3270 to move the bare essential furniture back into my apartment. The rug had been washed, the windows replaced, and a new toilet, still in it's box, had been deposited in the middle of my apartment, pending installation.
The landlord's flurry of activity rolled riiiight up and into Sept 1st, around 6pm, when (I later learned) the new tenant whom the landlord had told the ground zero apartment would be ready for occupancy that morning was finally given the keys.
At which point all work abruptly ceased, and the landlord disappeared again. My windows have yet to be caulked (which he said he was going to have onde), and are still missing some siding around the outside; I haven't hung my new blinds because I'm still waiting on him to get someone in to caulk them. The toilet is still in the box.
Honestly, I was so exhausted by all that had transpired the previous month, I wasn't feeling any particularly urgency to get anything done on my place myself. I already knew that I was going to have to pay for all of September's POD rental, so I knew I had time, wrt moving back in.
The first week of Sept, I caught up a bit on my sleep, wrote a lot, and turned my attention to some eldercare responsibilities that had become acute. There were a bunch of trips up to the North Shore, culminating in the Big Talk (second week of Sept) which was pretty grueling to get to the stage of having, but then went great in the offing, and this, gentle beings, is why we plan things.
The second week of Sept, various non-domesticity things sort of melted down, including part of my body. (*le sigh*) I now have my clinic-boss' personal cell number because it was that sort of week. I did manage to scare up my digital floor-plan, and start sketching out alternative furniture layouts.
This past (third) week of Sept, I'd hoped to do another mini move Wednesday, but got an opportunity to be seen by somebody at my doctor's office about my defective hip, and did that instead. (I'm being referred to physical therapy, again, but at least this time it's not my knee.)
So today I just hired movers; the same guy as the move out, though this time he came with a new assistant. The majority of my furniture is back in my apartment, in a new configuration, which I feel pretty good about. I'm just generally delighted to have my furniture back. The boxes of books are still in the POD, and I've booked him to return next Wednesday to finish the job.
I'm now looking forward to moving back into my furniture, but my hip is slowing that down a lot.
Things that remain to be done:
• About 10% of my stuff is at tn3270's house, and needs to come home. Like my sweaters, which will shortly be urgent needed.
• The boxes and last bookcase need to come up from the POD.
• The gray temp shelving needs to be broken down and stored once it's no longer inhabited by boxes in the POD.
• I need to get jducoeur's hand cart back to him.
• I need to get cosmicgarden's blanket back to her.
• I need to get a replacement suit bag for the closet.
• I need to get another lamp for the now lightless part of the apartment.
• A zillion things need putting away.
• I need to get rid of a bunch of stuff. (Anybody local need a CRT monitor? How about a large styrofoam cooler?)
• The windows need caulking. The toilet allegedly needs replacing. The new blinds need hanging. The bathroom sink continues to have problems, and the hall closet door continues not to shut. I want a shelf in the kitchen. The landlord is threatening to replace the AC unit, but hasn't given me a timeline. Maybe I need to write the landlord a letter so he remembers what all is up. Also, there's an issue with a bit of ceiling, which he should probably be apprised of.
I have a variety of little domestic mysteries and problems to solve, but I'll put them in another post.
The landlord's flurry of activity rolled riiiight up and into Sept 1st, around 6pm, when (I later learned) the new tenant whom the landlord had told the ground zero apartment would be ready for occupancy that morning was finally given the keys.
At which point all work abruptly ceased, and the landlord disappeared again. My windows have yet to be caulked (which he said he was going to have onde), and are still missing some siding around the outside; I haven't hung my new blinds because I'm still waiting on him to get someone in to caulk them. The toilet is still in the box.
Honestly, I was so exhausted by all that had transpired the previous month, I wasn't feeling any particularly urgency to get anything done on my place myself. I already knew that I was going to have to pay for all of September's POD rental, so I knew I had time, wrt moving back in.
The first week of Sept, I caught up a bit on my sleep, wrote a lot, and turned my attention to some eldercare responsibilities that had become acute. There were a bunch of trips up to the North Shore, culminating in the Big Talk (second week of Sept) which was pretty grueling to get to the stage of having, but then went great in the offing, and this, gentle beings, is why we plan things.
The second week of Sept, various non-domesticity things sort of melted down, including part of my body. (*le sigh*) I now have my clinic-boss' personal cell number because it was that sort of week. I did manage to scare up my digital floor-plan, and start sketching out alternative furniture layouts.
This past (third) week of Sept, I'd hoped to do another mini move Wednesday, but got an opportunity to be seen by somebody at my doctor's office about my defective hip, and did that instead. (I'm being referred to physical therapy, again, but at least this time it's not my knee.)
So today I just hired movers; the same guy as the move out, though this time he came with a new assistant. The majority of my furniture is back in my apartment, in a new configuration, which I feel pretty good about. I'm just generally delighted to have my furniture back. The boxes of books are still in the POD, and I've booked him to return next Wednesday to finish the job.
I'm now looking forward to moving back into my furniture, but my hip is slowing that down a lot.
Things that remain to be done:
• About 10% of my stuff is at tn3270's house, and needs to come home. Like my sweaters, which will shortly be urgent needed.
• The boxes and last bookcase need to come up from the POD.
• The gray temp shelving needs to be broken down and stored once it's no longer inhabited by boxes in the POD.
• I need to get jducoeur's hand cart back to him.
• I need to get cosmicgarden's blanket back to her.
• I need to get a replacement suit bag for the closet.
• I need to get another lamp for the now lightless part of the apartment.
• A zillion things need putting away.
• I need to get rid of a bunch of stuff. (Anybody local need a CRT monitor? How about a large styrofoam cooler?)
• The windows need caulking. The toilet allegedly needs replacing. The new blinds need hanging. The bathroom sink continues to have problems, and the hall closet door continues not to shut. I want a shelf in the kitchen. The landlord is threatening to replace the AC unit, but hasn't given me a timeline. Maybe I need to write the landlord a letter so he remembers what all is up. Also, there's an issue with a bit of ceiling, which he should probably be apprised of.
I have a variety of little domestic mysteries and problems to solve, but I'll put them in another post.