Well, I’m moving today-- Taking over the care of a house that boards ESL students.
Looking forward to the change-- I moved into this house two weeks before getting laid off in '98. The actual layoff came on November 16th, which is my birthday.
Anyway, hopefully tomorrow’s anniversary will mark the beginning of another sea-change-- In a way I feel like I’ve been hiding here for the past few years. No more trying to hang onto a rental house which seemed extravagantly priced when my income was at least five times higher. (I’m selling myself on the idea that sticking here has been holding me back elsewhere… I hope it’s true, because if it’s not then it’s all down to me being lazy and useless, and that would be a bummer.)
No more days spent in the cozy room, dicking around on the computer-- I’ve got to get my ass in gear.
Speaking of getting my ass in gear, my computer is the one thing I still need to pack up, the truck’s coming in two hours.
Eesh, the level of anxiety I feel about having no access to the SDMB for a brief period is really disproportionate, all things considered. No idea how long it’ll take to get connected at the address… (Twitch!)
Eh- enough procrastinating, I’ll unplug now. Wish me luck, folks.
I remember your telling me about that back in September, actually. Hopefully, everything goes well… I’ll still be thinking of you.
Happy birthday, as well. I’ll bust out the multi-lingual greetings just because.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LARRY!!!
Approximate Phonetic Chinese Version of “Happy Birthday”: (thanks, Nathan!)
“Guung juuk nay fook sow yuen teen tsai, hing hong nay sun sun fie lok. Leen leen doe yao gum yut, suuy doe yao gum jzew, guung hay nay! Guung hay nay!!!”
Approximate English Translation of Above:
“Congrats on this good day of fortune, where we can all gather together. Wishing you a very happy birthday. Every year, this wondrous day arrives; Always, this wondrous time comes. Congratulations! Congratulations!”
Here’s hoping you have a good year to come with the move and taking care of the house!
I made it over intact and am feeling much less anxious about the whole thing.
I’ve had five sedentary years since my last move and still packed all my boxes like I did when I was all hard and sinewy. (3X3X3’ boxes of books? No problem!) Three days later, my arms still feel vaguely like overcooked noodles. I’ll be nicely recovered in time to move my buddy out on the 26th – he has about ten times more crap than I do, though. Hooray for Robaxacet™!)
Still no internet at home, and I haven’t decided what to do about it. There’s a DSL connection there already, being shared by three or four people. I have reservations about getting in on that, since I am fully aware that I’m a major bandwidth hog. (I likes me my binary newsgroups, I does-- I have a gig-a-day habit there…) An additional phone line & DSL connection is probably too extravagant for my budget and cable sucks too much. I think I’m just going to have to bite the bullet and curtail my downloads. Blah blah blah.
It’s been interesting living without the ability to post every random question/observation that whistles through the cracks in my brain for the past few days. One result of this is that you’ve all been spared a GQ thread asking why, precisely, I experience a mild facial paralysis every morning that makes it possible for me to do a passable Jack Nicholson impression until I get my quotidian caffeine ration, after which my eyebrows don’t behave the same way at all.
One weird detail about my new digs-- I can look out the front window, across the street, to the first elementary school I went to in Vancouver. I wish I was on the other side: my view currently is of the front of the school, and looking at the little low fence that surrounds it reminds me of a long-forgotten incident. I was walking along the top of that fence when I was nine, and some kid chucked half an orange at my head and knocked me off. I came down hard on the fence, so I had the wind knocked out of me and had an eyeful of orange juice at the same time. The association on the other side is much better-- that’s the side with the bushes in which many a happy recess was spent suckin’ face with wee harlots. Good times.
