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the law of decreasing label specificity
Wednesday, April 14th, 2004 08:04 amLast night, I started packing in earnest.
The people who are buying our house are coming for their inspection this morning. There's a little square of space off the bedroom that's utterly unusable, and it's where we've been stacking crates of stuff to get them out of the way. These people have had this corner hyped to them as a great little computer nook, so they let us know they wanted to take a closer look at it when they came by to inspect.
Really, it's an awful computer nook, inaccessible unless you really like climbing over a 3-ft tall beam to get to your computer... but who am I to argue? I think the reason they want to look more closely is to see if it's a necessary support beam or if it can be removed.
Anyway, I started packing.
First I packed up my closet, so that I would have someplace to put the boxes I created. This wasn't so hard. I made two boxes, one of things I keep for sentimental reasons (fancy dresses, things that don't quite fit but will soon), and one of the rest of the clothes in there. I labeled them well.
Then I started on the corner. Most of the stuff in the crates had just been thrown in randomly, to get it out of the way when we started showing the house. I tried to put some order to it. Books of a certain subject are together, for the most part, and are clearly labeled. I held aside the needlecraft books until I had enough gathered for a whole box: "crafts: xstitch, crochet, yarn".
I remember this from previous moves - this level of organization won't last long. Now the labels read "Fiction A-D, second shelf". Pretty soon, they'll be "Books" and "Kitchen" and "Bathroom", and soon after that? "Misc. Stuff".
You always think you'll remember what you put in them, too. "Oh, I'll know that 'Stuff' is the box with the alarm clock and my favorite shoes."
Nope. Never happen.
We also have the inspection today on the house we're buying. I'm leaving work early, and am considering just catching the bus directly to the new place. I'm a little nervous about it because I'm not firm on exactly what landmarks I'd be looking for, and I'm afraid I'd miss the stop and end up who-knows-where, but I'm also really enthused about giving it a try. I don't know, though... I'll see how I feel this afternoon. I may be too tired to do anything but stick to the familiar, in which case I'll take the usual bus home instead, and drive over with Matt.
Then later on, we meet with our pal Dave the Mortgage Guy, to see what news he has for us.
And in the meantime? In addition to my real work, I have to finish cleaning up this computer - I've been informed that its lease is up, and it's to be replaced tomorrow. Everyone around me has spiffy black Dells, so I have a feeling I'm in for one of those. I can't say I'll miss my little Dell Optiplex GX200. Unlike with home computers, I don't get especially attached to my work machines. I couldn't have even told you what model it was, except for having looked down at the tower just now.
Anyway, this has gotten long, and my report has finished printing and wants to be distributed, so... much work to do, and hot caffeine to be found.
The people who are buying our house are coming for their inspection this morning. There's a little square of space off the bedroom that's utterly unusable, and it's where we've been stacking crates of stuff to get them out of the way. These people have had this corner hyped to them as a great little computer nook, so they let us know they wanted to take a closer look at it when they came by to inspect.
Really, it's an awful computer nook, inaccessible unless you really like climbing over a 3-ft tall beam to get to your computer... but who am I to argue? I think the reason they want to look more closely is to see if it's a necessary support beam or if it can be removed.
Anyway, I started packing.
First I packed up my closet, so that I would have someplace to put the boxes I created. This wasn't so hard. I made two boxes, one of things I keep for sentimental reasons (fancy dresses, things that don't quite fit but will soon), and one of the rest of the clothes in there. I labeled them well.
Then I started on the corner. Most of the stuff in the crates had just been thrown in randomly, to get it out of the way when we started showing the house. I tried to put some order to it. Books of a certain subject are together, for the most part, and are clearly labeled. I held aside the needlecraft books until I had enough gathered for a whole box: "crafts: xstitch, crochet, yarn".
I remember this from previous moves - this level of organization won't last long. Now the labels read "Fiction A-D, second shelf". Pretty soon, they'll be "Books" and "Kitchen" and "Bathroom", and soon after that? "Misc. Stuff".
You always think you'll remember what you put in them, too. "Oh, I'll know that 'Stuff' is the box with the alarm clock and my favorite shoes."
Nope. Never happen.
We also have the inspection today on the house we're buying. I'm leaving work early, and am considering just catching the bus directly to the new place. I'm a little nervous about it because I'm not firm on exactly what landmarks I'd be looking for, and I'm afraid I'd miss the stop and end up who-knows-where, but I'm also really enthused about giving it a try. I don't know, though... I'll see how I feel this afternoon. I may be too tired to do anything but stick to the familiar, in which case I'll take the usual bus home instead, and drive over with Matt.
Then later on, we meet with our pal Dave the Mortgage Guy, to see what news he has for us.
And in the meantime? In addition to my real work, I have to finish cleaning up this computer - I've been informed that its lease is up, and it's to be replaced tomorrow. Everyone around me has spiffy black Dells, so I have a feeling I'm in for one of those. I can't say I'll miss my little Dell Optiplex GX200. Unlike with home computers, I don't get especially attached to my work machines. I couldn't have even told you what model it was, except for having looked down at the tower just now.
Anyway, this has gotten long, and my report has finished printing and wants to be distributed, so... much work to do, and hot caffeine to be found.
