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a mind is a terrible thing
Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 08:34 amToday I'll be calling up the utility companies, making arrangements to get things connected and disconnected and switched. I'm anxious to get started on it, but I should wait until Realtor Guy is finished showing Town Inspector Guy around the house, in case they need to call me with questions. I left things in obvious places, and even phoned Realtor Guy this morning to let him know where things were, but who knows. They should be getting to the house about now-ish. I'm expecting a call when they're done.
I installed the carbon monoxide detector last night. Picked it up at Radio Shack, put the battery in, and then decided where to affix it to the wall. The instructions clearly state how far it should be from major appliances, ceiling fans, water/humidity, etc. The problem is that our place is so small that you rapidly run out of wall space trying to take all those different requirements into account. Putting it on the opposite wall would've just backed it up against the neighbor's appliances. I finally stuck it near the front door.
This required drilling holes into the wall, something I'd never actually done myself. I slipped into the utility room to get the drill, took the safety off and tested it to make sure it worked. I found the proper size of drill bit and got it installed (with the safety back ON, yes), turned to leave, and nearly jumped out of my skin.
It might have been a spot on the wall. It probably WAS just a spot on the wall. But suddenly, in the semi-darkness, the first thing to flash into my mind was the extended conversation we had about waterbugs on Saturday night, and I jumped. What if.... *shudder*! And without looking more closely, I just couldn't be sure. Even armed and dangerous with a power tool in my hand, I wasn't interested in sticking around to find out. I left in a hurry, closed the door, and couldn't bring myself to put the drill away when I was done.
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namfle* :P
I stopped packing at 10 for my weekly tape-delayed Gilmore Girls date withcowboy_r, and remembered to have dinner around 11 or midnight or so.
Tonight I hope to finish the front room (about five more milk crates of stuff, plus the contents of the sewing machine cabinet) and start on the kitchen. Some of the more fragile / less necessary kitchen things are too high for me to reach even standing on a chair, but I'll do what I can, both with dishes and with the non-perishable food. That'll go into the sturdy crates I've been emptying of other things.
I'm still labeling boxes rather carefully, and I've started packing one or two semi important things in boxes with unimportant things, just to make sure that the boxes of unimportant things get unpacked too (or, at least opened).
I'm also taking some pleasure in the kinds of things I pack together. Wedding dress and fuzzy bunny slippers are a perfect match. And what better to fill the space in my box of psychology textbooks from college than my own baby blanket? Freud, or at least Professor Atwood, would be proud. :)
I installed the carbon monoxide detector last night. Picked it up at Radio Shack, put the battery in, and then decided where to affix it to the wall. The instructions clearly state how far it should be from major appliances, ceiling fans, water/humidity, etc. The problem is that our place is so small that you rapidly run out of wall space trying to take all those different requirements into account. Putting it on the opposite wall would've just backed it up against the neighbor's appliances. I finally stuck it near the front door.
This required drilling holes into the wall, something I'd never actually done myself. I slipped into the utility room to get the drill, took the safety off and tested it to make sure it worked. I found the proper size of drill bit and got it installed (with the safety back ON, yes), turned to leave, and nearly jumped out of my skin.
It might have been a spot on the wall. It probably WAS just a spot on the wall. But suddenly, in the semi-darkness, the first thing to flash into my mind was the extended conversation we had about waterbugs on Saturday night, and I jumped. What if.... *shudder*! And without looking more closely, I just couldn't be sure. Even armed and dangerous with a power tool in my hand, I wasn't interested in sticking around to find out. I left in a hurry, closed the door, and couldn't bring myself to put the drill away when I was done.
*peers at
namfle* :PI stopped packing at 10 for my weekly tape-delayed Gilmore Girls date with
cowboy_r, and remembered to have dinner around 11 or midnight or so.Tonight I hope to finish the front room (about five more milk crates of stuff, plus the contents of the sewing machine cabinet) and start on the kitchen. Some of the more fragile / less necessary kitchen things are too high for me to reach even standing on a chair, but I'll do what I can, both with dishes and with the non-perishable food. That'll go into the sturdy crates I've been emptying of other things.
I'm still labeling boxes rather carefully, and I've started packing one or two semi important things in boxes with unimportant things, just to make sure that the boxes of unimportant things get unpacked too (or, at least opened).
I'm also taking some pleasure in the kinds of things I pack together. Wedding dress and fuzzy bunny slippers are a perfect match. And what better to fill the space in my box of psychology textbooks from college than my own baby blanket? Freud, or at least Professor Atwood, would be proud. :)
