I found a box in the garage while we were moving (actually, I kew it was there all along) that belonged to my grandfather, which I took for my own after he died. In it I put all of those things that I held precious during my teen years living at home.
Assuming you had a box that contained a volume of 6×3x9 inches, what would you put inside it that would represent the most significant things about your life that you would want to remember?
Yesterday, the Dish Network folks showed up early within their delivery window, installed better components than what their online ordering system forced me into, installed two dishes and all of the inside wiring (including running a new cable and phone line), and were gone within three hours leaving me with crystal-clear high-definition TV in four rooms.
The delivery of our new washer and dryer from Home Depot took a terrible turn this morning when I received a call from a woman saying essentially, “Your washer fell off the truck and we won’t be delivering anything to you today.”
Living in two houses is for the birds.
We’ve spent the past two days carting smaller breakable or odd-shaped things to the new house. We’ve put quite a few miles on Berta’s car doing it. We’ve managed to get a reasonable chunk of things into the house to start off, and the place is slowly becoming livable. And that’s the problem, really.
Just as soon as you start to get comfortable with the idea that you’re going to live there, you realize that, for example, there are no chairs. There is no kitchen table. The bathroom works, and it’s stocked with toilet paper (a terrible thing to be missing on the first day in) but there is no hand towel.
Figuring out which switch works which light is an exercise requiring patience. You’ll notice that some lights have switches with a little slider along the side, and others have a turning knob that toggles when you push it, and still others are just a glowing switch that doesn’t toggle as much as slowly make things get brighter and then snap into full brightness. You’ll also be disturbed by switches in your basement near wall panels that are sealed shut with paint that do nothing when you toggle them.
I don’t remember the last time I brushed my hair.
I mean, I don’t remember the last time I brushed my hair with the intent of putting it in order. I admit to maybe trying to pull a brush through my hair in mild curiosity, but never with intent.
We EST bloggers don’t get the same love from the WordPress folks as WordCamp, but we do have the most regular meetups on the planet.
The Philadelphia WordPress meetup is next Saturday, the 19th. Plan ahead!