Erich T. Wade

Look what I found while moving!

Okay, I still haven’t bothered to mess with my camera, but if I had you would see a sheet of paper with a whole bunch of lines, some numbers, a few made-up names, and the words “Fae Calendar” at the top. I’ve been looking for this for ages. Like, at least a campaign and a half. Pity, the names aren’t nearly as good as the placeholder names I came up with.

Also found while moving: Everything. But then we boxed it all up, so I don’t know where it is any more.

But here’s a funny story! About a week ago, right before we started moving, I misplaced my associate’s discount card. (I haven’t been working for Wal-Mart long, but Kat’s been the accounting associate there almost a year, and I have one because I’m her hubby.) I thought I was going to have to report it missing and get a new one, but then we started moving and lo! There it was. So I popped in to grab a few things on my way between apartments, and when I used it the register locked up and made S. have to call a manager over because it was actually the card I lost and reported missing a year ago. After I was confirmed not to be some nefarious thief impersonating myself, I got back to the old apartment and found my associate’s discount card on my desk. By process of elimination, I determined it to be the right one.

Current music: Goodbye To You by Michelle Branch, and the sound of Summer playing with something she shouldn’t be. Be right back.

Whoo, moving. I’m going to try to crank this out before Summer succeeds in driving me insane.

We’re mostly moved into our new apartment. I’d have pictures, but the camera and the batteries were packed separately and I really can’t be bothered to figure out how to get pictures off my phone via USB. I’m sure it’s really easy.

The biggest hurdle right now is getting all the boxes unpacked and everything put away. My desk didn’t survive the move – it was a huge particle-board affair that looked quite nice and was basically functional, but also on its last legs. I’m typing this right now on Kat’s old desk, which she has generously gifted to me; I don’t have my second monitor set up because it’s not a flatscreen and doesn’t fit, though I might give fitting it another good try in a few minutes. On the box front, I have a lot of help from Summer, who if not very precise in her unpacking is at least enthusiastic and energetic. If I just pick up things she unpacks and put them away, I keep a very brisk pace going.

We’ve been wanting to move out of our old apartment for ages; last April I put my foot through the deck (of a second-story apartment, mind) and, after a month or two, convinced the management to screw some plywood over the hole. They told me they’d have the whole deck replaced next week, and it’s almost a year later . . . Suffice it to say that, when an apartment opened up at a place we’ve been keeping an eye on near work, we jumped at the opportunity. Oh, and despite my foot going through the deck again while we were moving out, no one has been injured beyond a scrape on my heel. Of course, the apartment management still wants the breaking-the-lease fee. I think I’m going to have a talk with code about whether we have to pay the lease-breaking fee when moving out of an apartment whose only entrance or exit is a rotting deck with holes in it that the management has been promising to fix since April.

Right. That doesn’t bring this blog anywhere near up to date, but it’s been long enough since I promised to update it regularly that I figure that goal has expired. Besides, I need to move my computer wiring behind the desk before it drives me nuts.

Current music: The Final Countdown by Europe, but only because I got to the end of the post and remembered that I still hadn’t unpaused my music from earlier.