I was so busy boxing yesterday that I didn’t remember to honor Carlton on his 75th birthday. So, from the vault – a picture of Carlton during his smallkidtime. Haven’t a clue about the identity of the big kid or man.
I took the day off from all things moving.
Fortunately, I sold most of my Goldman stock about a month ago. Sometimes the goddess looks after old women.
Here it is – some of the boxes. Up to 18 boxes and 3 milk crates already. Mr C. even packed a box this morning.
Somewhere along the line – taking the camera out for a little exercise got lost.
Took myself out for a little exercise. Walked down to the Whole Foods Grocery to collect the makings for a nice lunch salad. The new digs is much closer to Whole Foods. And the Apple Store. And, for that matter – Crate and Barrel if I decide to “decorate”.
Might pass on decorating. Well, except for the computer area. The new apartment does not have a computer altar.
I’ll “decorate” when I move to the Little Old Ladies Home. Get walker-friendly furniture. A dresser with lots of room for Depends.
Actually, this is not our new Metro stop. This is the “going home from the zoo” metro stop. I was just reviewing some of the pictures from my new camera. I am not yet 100% happy with it. So, I am planning a morning of serious photography tomorrow. I might even RTFM. I am sure there is nothing wrong with the camera – we have just not become friends, yet.
On the moving front – we did our USPS change of address forms – me online, Carlton on paper. And, I made Carlton new “retirement” cards – with the new address. And old phone number. I am also going to get him a new cordless phone/answering machine as a reward for waiting “for the next available operator…” yesterday.
Carlton is my hero of the day. He took on Verizon this afternoon. I tried to move our service online. Online Verizon said we must get a new number. Hello, it is 6 blocks away. We don’t even get a new Zip Code, just a new Metro Stop. Since I don’t use the phone – I really don’t care. But, he cares. So, the man waited on hold for “the next available operator”. Seems that you can keep you number if you enter your street as “North Nelson” not “N Nelson”. Only thing is – on line if you enter North Nelson – it is converted to N Nelson. Which is Verizon’s way of doing the address.
Carlton thinks everything is all set up. I wouldn’t count on it. It doesn’t matter, he is now the official family Go To Guy for all things Verizon.
That would be my first beau. Jim H. McCoy. Not James. Jim. A Texan of course. Wonder what happened to him?
Took a carload of stuff to the Goodwill this morning. Then I went to Trader Joe’s to get some easy and tasty foods to see me thru the rest of this move. My purse was traveled on the passenger seat. I got a four-pack of Guinness (among other things). I put the beer in my purse. When I started home – I put the purse back on the passenger seat. And, bingo, the fasten seatbelt sign came on. Smart car. It knew that there was something that really need protection on the seat. 4 cans of Guinness.
I got back with the moving program this afternoon. Culled out some of my “luggage” type stuff. If it hasn’t been on a trip in 2 years it is going to Goodwill.
Added some duplicate kitchen items and questionable wardrobe items to the Goodwill box as well.
Moving day is April 28. Carlton didn’t want to get the new place until April 28. And, we have to turn this place back to the owner on April 30. Frankly, I would have liked to get the new place earlier – it is empty – so I could do some preliminary work in the new place. And be sure the utilities are all in place… I am pretty sure the gas and electric will be OK and equally sure that the phone/internet will be problematic.
And, I don’t know if rabbit ears will work there. Yes, boys and girls, we still use rabbit ears. No, I don’t use dial-up. I use DSL – but, I am thinking that Verizon is going to try to push me over to FIOS. I am so not looking forward to dealing with Verizon. WiMax comes to within 1/2 mile of us. I would love to tell Carlton. “If you want phone service – you deal with Verizon.” But 1/2 mile isn’t close enough.
Moving. In true PB mode – I wasted a lot of time distracting myself from moving putzing around with “budgeting” softwares. I was happy with Mint until late February when it stopped working for me. Since it is free, I haven’t much reason to complain. And, I really don’t need a budget. There are only two amounts of money. Enough and Not Enough. But, it got me out of moving mode for 6+ hours.
Sarah Palin. I have decided that she really is an entertainer. Not a dangerous political leader. There – now I feel better about America. Haven’t figured out how to feel better about Virginia.
About the Eniac. Now that was a computer. It had 17,000 or so vacuum tubes and weighed in at a dainty 30 tons.
Today I did my books. Fitted them into 3 milk crates/end table and a couple of book boxes. When Carlton came home he said “You have books in my room too.” I’d forgotten. Maybe I should have pitched them, without looking at them. But, I just packed another box of books. I did pitch my college diploma. Thank you, Texas Western. But, I don’t need a chunk of paper that says I got out. And, if I did, I could always print one on the computer.
After all that, took to my bed for a little reading – when what should appear but a “home inspector”. He poked in this and that. Said I should have sealed my grout. Its freaking rented grout! Ran the dishwasher. Said our hot water was too hot. Some like it hot, buster! Then he announced that “we” had a freon leak. What’s this we Kimosabe? We be outta here.
But, the guy who is buying the place let me play with his iPad. Sweet. Very Sweet.
After I found myself unpacking a packed box because … well, I decided it was time to call a halt to all things moving until tomorrow.
It’s good to be a citizen of the Commonwealth of Virginia. Our governor has brought back “Confederate History Month”, but he seems to have forgotten that his team lost. And our Attorney General seems to have doubts about the constitutionality of the US Constitution. Bring back the Articles of Confederation. Hummm … Lots of confederate going on around here. Now, where is my Confederate money?
Having a little moving meltdown. That is to be expected. So, I stopped for a little online window shopping. Since Mr C dissed my decorating skills I have been trying to reconsider some of my decorating choices. I have decided that milk crates – even genuine milk crates – personally stolen from a real dairy – are not suitable end tables when one is closer to 70 than 60.
Can someone tell me why one would need to hire a decorator? Could a decorator tell my why I need a “Belmont Toilet Tissue Holder” with a 1 year guarantee? Seems to me that every indoor toilet that I ever had had a nearby wall mounted paper holder. Some folk have more money than sense.
Took the unloved working computer stuff to the Goodwill and the dead stuff to the recycling place today. And packed 2 more boxes. Three weeks until moving day – trying to knock out 10 boxes a week. Plus one or two trips to the Goodwill. The Goodwill missions have to take place when Mr C isn’t watching. He doesn’t want to get rid of anything. Ever. Our new apartment is bigger – but has two fewer closets, and less kitchen cabinet space. So, a little downsizing required.