Sorry for all the personal posts of late. I haven't had the least bit of time to keep up with all my information sources that provide me topics for the non-personal posts. We'll get back to that soon.
In the mean time, I've been knee-deep in the big move and was without internet all weekend. Gasp! (You will not believe how much actual work I got done on the move without internet access).
How's the move going, you ask? Swell! I say. Well, ummm, except for that one thing ...
By the time the movers arrived at 7:30 Saturday morning, I had quite a bit ready for them to load onto the truck. I packed a load into my car, and by about 8 p.m. I had quite a lot of crap moved and my bedroom and bath unpacked and ready to be lived in. I was beat tired, so I decided I was gonna take a shower and climb into bed with a book so I could get up and do as much work on Sunday.
I took that shower, stepping out feeling so fresh and so clean, clean and super relaxed. That is, until I heard the sound of rushing water. 'Hmm,' I thought. 'I sure hope that sound means the Modern Roomie just got home and decided to take a shower too or else I fear what I'm about to discover downstairs.'
What I discovered: A waterfall pouring from the kitchen ceiling -- through the light fixture, no less. And then another one from a spot near the fridge.
So much for that super-relaxed feeling.
So yes, the move has gone great. Except for the whole bit about the waterfall in the kitchen. The landlord is aware, but he or his handyman are taking their sweet-ass time in coming to inspect the problem. I'm thinking I'm not going to be paying as much for August rent as I paid in July, what do you think?