Preparations, Day 5 and 6 - The Lyorn's Den
Fri Nov. 30th, 2012
10:40 pm - Preparations, Day 5 and 6
I got up before dawn, and sleet was still falling. Had been falling all night, covered the grass with kind-of-snow and the street with slush, and my car with solid water that dripped off when I wiped at it. I had a small cup of coffee, then phoned Snow, and at the height of the rush hour we drove over the new place. The road from the parking to the door is about 200 metres long and will be paved in Spring, for now it was a labyrinth of dirty puddles on a gravel track.
It was a good thing I brought Snow. She really has an eye for detail and is not afraid to mention every small thing that she sees. But most things not OK were minor, some brushstrokes would fix it. However, in the bath, part of the heating and part of the shower stall were missing. Next try: Next Tuesday.
After an hour I declared myself satisfied and got the keys, and a manual on how to handle the heating, how to handle the window, and how to get out the damp that new buildings are notorious for.
I drove Snow home, then went to the bakery and got cake for breakfast. It was a day for cake.
Some time later, I packed the books I wanted to sell, and got the parcel and some letters to the post office, then drove on to the gym. Early afternoons are the best time: the group exercise room is free, so I can make my movement exercises there (and clown around in front of the big mirror), and you never need to wait for any item or space upstairs.
I got out at dusk. Sleet had become rain, and it was about an hour until I was to meet cat net guy. I bought some stuff to bring into the new place (cat food, cat litter, toilet paper, bottled water) and rushed over. Fortunately I remembered to take a flashlight, because the walk to the door was not getting less puddled, and was also un-lit.
Cat net guy, as the name might tell you, runs a one-man business of installing cat nets for people too lazy, clumsy, or prone to vertigo to install their own cat nets. He has set up the cat net on the balcony of my old place, too. He measured the balcony, which took about 45 minutes, and I stood there and was cold and miserable. Cat nets are all good and necessary, but pretty they are not, and I was afraid of the neighbours, and felt rotten about making the pretty new place less pretty.
Back home, I was in dire need of more coffee and cake, and I had barely finished when the painter came to look at the place. I need to have the walls look presentable, and the cats have shredded the wallpaper quite badly.
But the painter, a guy as tall and as wide as my front door, did not seem to consider the damage especially bad and was quite optimistic that with some patchwork and a good coat of paint things would be just fine.
The cost estimate from the moving company was in, and it is a low four digit number, so, if the painting is cheaper than expected, I won't complain. Plus, I'm in a good position on this, because I did not put down a deposit for the old flat. So, if they are unhappy, they can sue (unlikely) or they can whistle for their money.
I called my mother then, and we talked for more than an hour. And then I went to bed, and the rain had stopped.
Friday started with cold and gentle snow. I drove to the home improvement store to get more new-flat-stuff (broom, doormat, a simple lamp) and to hoard light bulbs. The EU has banned production and import of normal, cheap light bulbs, but the bulbs still in store may be sold, and you can bet there happened to be heaps of them in store when the day came that no new ones would be available.
After two energy saver bulbs had burned through in the kitchen in less than a year, and I had not planned to take the kitchen lamp into the new flat, I had just bought the cheapest "classic bulb" replacements a few days ago (and packed the burnt-out energy savers in empty jam glasses, padded with old newspaper, to get them to collection. You do not want those to break) -- and found that with the "classics", the light from the kitchen lamp was so bright and beautiful that I decided to keep it. So I hoarded bulbs.
I drove to the new place, and with the key to the basement garage did not have to navigate the puddles. Got the stuff in, aired the place, drove into town.
I went to the library first to warm up and read the newspaper, but two guys were yelling at each other in the hall where the newspapers are, because one of them had dared to be noisy by answering his phone! (The hall, as the name says, is where everyone walks through to get anywhere in the library. It is not a quiet place. But this yelling was pushing it.)
Next stop was a coffee house, where a student at the table right next to mine was monologing to his aunt (?) about how he had injured his hand badly, and a lot of stupid talk about how clever and competent he was. Ah, students.
In the bookstore, I ordered "Poor Economics" as a present for my aunt. I am very unsure if she will like it. She used to be a sociologist, but more on issues of culture and pedagogics than on politics and economics. OTOH, she reads a lot, so her interests can't be too narrow... I'll decide tomorrow if I will buy something else.
Finally I went to the clothes store where I had been on Saturday, and bought a woollen dress, black trousers, and a black cardigan, so I have some nice clothes even when I'm not on stage.
And then I went home and did housework, decided to get rid of the TV before the move, and packed a bag of clothes for charity. Because every time something new gets into the wardrobe, something old has to go out.
Tomorrow I will be going into town again, pick up the book or another one. Drive to the flat, air it again. Go to the gym. Try to find a new home for the TV and the very big carpet. Practise the guitar.
All in all, the past week wasn't too bad.
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