Category: Moving

For better or worse, I’m done with the moving. There was a brief amount of panic on my part last night as I lay in bed, trying to get asleep … I checked out the weather forecast and saw a nasty line of storms over Memphis headed my way. What time would they be here?… Continue reading D-U-N

I have one more load of stuff to go get from the old apartment, and then I’ll be done. D-U-N done. As it is right now, there’s a large fork sticking out of my back. I’m still wiped out from the wedding and the travel, but I’ve gotta have the keys in to the apartment… Continue reading One More Load

Well, I talked with the folks at my homeowners association today, and apparently, I should be able to plug in my equipment from Knology and keep on truckin’. That’s good. Now, I just need the energy to go to my apartment, grab the stuff I need from there, go home, unpack the TV’s and TiVos,… Continue reading I Need a Second Wind

Somewhere around 0400, I woke up and started packing stuff up again, taking this apart, etc. I had a lovely sinus headache on Saturday—hopefully, I’ve moved away from whatever’s blooming :)—and that killed anything I was going to get done Saturday. Yesterday, I played catch-up, but I couldn’t get out of low gear. :sigh: This… Continue reading Moved

I swear … at least once a day, I have an idea of something I could build for the new house. All that time spent watching The New Yankee Workshop has warped me…

Not only did I buy my house from a very, very good friend—a friend who was, at turns, my orientation counselor, upperclass mentor, candidate for SGA President, SGA President and boss as his Chief of Staff, roommate, job application reference, colleague, fellow alumnus, groom in a glorious wedding party, graduate student observer as I was… Continue reading Homeowner

I think I just FAXed over the last little bit of paper needed before the closing on my new townhouse. Thankfully, being a military brat and an aerospace contractor has desensitized me to large piles of paper. And it’s not just these experiences; I remember Dad remarking at all the papers that I and they… Continue reading Paperwork Complete …?

So, it’s 0306. I’d turned out the light at 0002. I’m awake. Why? It’s really, really quiet. A minute passes. beep-beep-beep Power’s out. I lay in bed, thinking it’s a standard Huntsville Utilities-on-the-mountain outage. A half-hour or so passes, and I begin to tire of the every-minute beep-beep-beep of my uninterruptible power supplies. [I have… Continue reading Things I Won’t Miss About My Apartment, Vol. IV