On Sunday, as we were packing, the garage door broke. The attachment tore the metal screws clean through the door. It was unfortunate, but nothing that a quick trip to Home Depot couldn’t resolve.
On Monday, redmed supervised the loading of our stuff into the truck. The low point was probably when the elevator at the storage facility broke, with our stuff in it. She wound up calling the police, who called the owner of the storage facility, who called their employee to get her ass back from lunch. There was about an hour when a substantial portion of our stuff was, like, stuck in a freight elevator.
Also, Verizon f-ed up my FIOS order. That’s one strike. They were really nice, and everything, but it’s still a strike. Round two is on Thursday.
I talked at the Greythumb meeting. It was a good time, and they kept me answering questions for a good hour after my talk ended. Then, technolope and I had a beer and talked about life, science, adulthood, chicks, and other things that guys talk about at bars, I guess.
Last night, we (me and redmed, technolope went home to his very own apartment) slept on the egg-crate pad, on the floor. We decided to buy a new bed rather than moving our current one. That means that we’re on the futon until we actually by a new mattress. A good plan, but when your futon is stuck in a truck somewhere, it has certain limitations.
Rested and refreshed (ha!) I started the day with steaming coffee from the little machine in the rental office. I figure that a cup a day takes a totally insignificant, yet vaguely satisfying bite out of the exorbitant cost of rent.
The truck arrived, and stuff was unpacked. This was largely uneventful.
The guys left, and we settled in to unpacking.
I went to class at the new karate school.
Dinnertime came, and we realized, while the pasta boiled, that neither of us had packed the silverware.
Uncontrolled, gasping laughter ensued.
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