No, not the injury-addled, steroid-doping old guy with the bad temper. Rather, the newest San Francisco Giant, the 28-year-old pitching phenom from Oakland, Barry Zito. For a mere $128 million over seven years, he'll now pitch on the San Francisco side of the Bay. While I'm thrilled that we've acquired such a star (and I've watch him torture the Yankees lineup enough to know), I'm both surprised and a little shocked.
But first, I should offer my condolences to Bella Cantare. Not only have her beloved Oakland A's announced they'll eventually move to the suburbs, but now they're not competing to keep the guy with the fourth best record in franchise history.
Zito represents everything the Giants seem to stand against right now. He's young, super-talented, and has said publicly that his goal is to win 300 games and go to the Hall of Fame. But the team hasn't won a World Series in over 50 years. I hope somebody told him about the games they can't win; about the trouncing at the hands of pitchers (ahem, Armando, anyone?) who can't get it together to preserve a lead. About a team that has seemed so focused on keeping Barry Bonds that they've let other top prospects go - and missed the chance to acquire free agents the likes of Alfonso Soriano, whose career with the Yankees and Nationals, despite his age, would have made him a great addition to the team.
So it seems like a good deal today. But we'll see what happens come March.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Inheritance
My grandma is waiting to die. She's been waiting for quite some time. She's 82, but not in particularly poor health. But her arthritis aches and she's having all sorts of problems with her teeth. And she recently had to start using a walker.
She's decided to make things easier on all of us by passing on her stuff now, while she's still alive to decide who gets what, and perhaps can take some joy in knowing that we're enjoying her things.
Yesterday, we took home lots of stuff. Like her entire cookbook collection. Some with notes about recipes she liked or didn't. One particularly good recipe for marinara sauce had the notation "restaurant sauce." She gave us a box of stuff called "kitchen junk." She also pointed out where all the Pyrex cookware is, which we can take home at a later date, and the nice set of glasses that my sister will inherit as soon as she has room for them in her apartment.
My grandma took up painting in her retirement, and her watercolors, mostly of flowers and landscapes, are beautiful. There's one particular painting that I covet, that we've discussed my inheriting it someday. She'll be taking it off her wall and mailing it to me this week, along with five others that she's passing on. My sister's painting went home with her today, and my brother's are still on the wall. He may have to wait on his inheritance, because she'd have gaping holes on her walls if she takes those off.
This whole situation is very odd. On the one hand, the bare walls of my apartment can now be filled with paintings of happy flowers. On the other hand, I hadn't quite expected to get them so soon. I'll have to send her photos of her paintings on my walls. Please, stop to admire them for a moment as you walk through my hallway.
She's decided to make things easier on all of us by passing on her stuff now, while she's still alive to decide who gets what, and perhaps can take some joy in knowing that we're enjoying her things.
Yesterday, we took home lots of stuff. Like her entire cookbook collection. Some with notes about recipes she liked or didn't. One particularly good recipe for marinara sauce had the notation "restaurant sauce." She gave us a box of stuff called "kitchen junk." She also pointed out where all the Pyrex cookware is, which we can take home at a later date, and the nice set of glasses that my sister will inherit as soon as she has room for them in her apartment.
My grandma took up painting in her retirement, and her watercolors, mostly of flowers and landscapes, are beautiful. There's one particular painting that I covet, that we've discussed my inheriting it someday. She'll be taking it off her wall and mailing it to me this week, along with five others that she's passing on. My sister's painting went home with her today, and my brother's are still on the wall. He may have to wait on his inheritance, because she'd have gaping holes on her walls if she takes those off.
This whole situation is very odd. On the one hand, the bare walls of my apartment can now be filled with paintings of happy flowers. On the other hand, I hadn't quite expected to get them so soon. I'll have to send her photos of her paintings on my walls. Please, stop to admire them for a moment as you walk through my hallway.
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Never take a rolling suitcase on the bus
My Saturday morning started out nicely - a trip to a nearby cafe for breakfast, a quick tour of the grocery store to pick up needed items for my flight east, and a brief trip through the 5 & 10, just for fun.
I finished loading my suitcase, and walked up to California St. to catch a bus. Mission accomplished within minutes, but my plan of taking the bus to BART had one slight flaw: my suitcase has wheels.
For those of you not familiar with the 1 California bus line, now is the time to mention the hills. The three (or so) mile route from my neighborhood downtown is a series of hills: up Pacific Heights, down a little, then up Nob Hill, then down a little, the up Cathedral Hill, then straight down through Chinatown to the Embarcadero BART station.
The bus was crowded enough that I had to sit in a backwards-facing seat. I placed the suitcase in front of me and held on tight, and it swayed and wiggled all the way along California, up Clay, and all the way to the end of the line. Every time we jerked to a stop, or increased the slope of the hill, I fought the suitcase for control.
I pretty much won, except for one incident with the small boy sitting in front of me, but it was his fault that he kept moving his feet, and I'm pretty sure he got run over by two wheels on one particularly steep turn.
I finished loading my suitcase, and walked up to California St. to catch a bus. Mission accomplished within minutes, but my plan of taking the bus to BART had one slight flaw: my suitcase has wheels.
For those of you not familiar with the 1 California bus line, now is the time to mention the hills. The three (or so) mile route from my neighborhood downtown is a series of hills: up Pacific Heights, down a little, then up Nob Hill, then down a little, the up Cathedral Hill, then straight down through Chinatown to the Embarcadero BART station.
The bus was crowded enough that I had to sit in a backwards-facing seat. I placed the suitcase in front of me and held on tight, and it swayed and wiggled all the way along California, up Clay, and all the way to the end of the line. Every time we jerked to a stop, or increased the slope of the hill, I fought the suitcase for control.
I pretty much won, except for one incident with the small boy sitting in front of me, but it was his fault that he kept moving his feet, and I'm pretty sure he got run over by two wheels on one particularly steep turn.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
The Night Before Christmas
by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;"
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;"
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Friday, December 22, 2006
NOT GUILTY
The court forgot to call me. Really, the clerk made sure I knew the judge apologized for not calling me when the verdict came in.
The case was a DUI, and the defense argument was twofold: the field and police station breathalyzer machines (which read .08 when they pulled the guy out of the car and .07 an hour later in the police station) weren't properly calibrated; and that the defendant, a native of El Salvador, didn't speak enough English to understand the instructions of the field sobriety tests. Never mind that he was originally pulled over for driving 40 in a 55 on 101 near Cesar Chavez, and that he was weaving, smelled of booze, and told the CHP he'd been drinking.
This is our system at work. I'm glad I was a part of it, happy I didn't have to deliberate, and a little ticked off that nobody got in touch with me sooner. But it's over now, and I'm going to NY tomorrow.
Merry Christmas!
The case was a DUI, and the defense argument was twofold: the field and police station breathalyzer machines (which read .08 when they pulled the guy out of the car and .07 an hour later in the police station) weren't properly calibrated; and that the defendant, a native of El Salvador, didn't speak enough English to understand the instructions of the field sobriety tests. Never mind that he was originally pulled over for driving 40 in a 55 on 101 near Cesar Chavez, and that he was weaving, smelled of booze, and told the CHP he'd been drinking.
This is our system at work. I'm glad I was a part of it, happy I didn't have to deliberate, and a little ticked off that nobody got in touch with me sooner. But it's over now, and I'm going to NY tomorrow.
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
And still no news
It's now almost 5 pm on Thursday, the court is not in session on Friday, and I have yet to hear from Department 16 on my further service. So here's my plan: tomorrow, I'm calling the jury assembly room, where I know I'll reach an actual person. I'll have them investigate for me, in an effort to ascertain whether or not I can get on the plane on Saturday.
My friend suggested getting really drunk, calling, and telling the court clerk that I was coming whether they liked it or not, because they obviously needed my help. Perhaps that idea has merit, if I don't get anywhere with the juror services people.
Stay tuned.
My friend suggested getting really drunk, calling, and telling the court clerk that I was coming whether they liked it or not, because they obviously needed my help. Perhaps that idea has merit, if I don't get anywhere with the juror services people.
Stay tuned.
Still no verdict
So please don't ask. I don't know when the jury will be finished. I don't know when I'll be released from service. I don't know if I can go home for Christmas. I'm still on call, dutifully carrying my cell phone in my pocket each time I leave my desk. But still no call from the court clerk.
I don't do very well in environments over which I have no control, and I'm finding this part of the process very frustrating. Please don't ask. I'm liable to bite the head off of the next person who does.
I don't do very well in environments over which I have no control, and I'm finding this part of the process very frustrating. Please don't ask. I'm liable to bite the head off of the next person who does.
3.7
Did anybody else feel that jolt last night? Living on bedrock (as opposed to the sand on which my previous San Francisco homes were built) somewhat lessened the effect of last night's earthquake. But I still felt it.
Another bonus about my new digs: no more fear that a tsunami will rise up out of the ocean and eat me alive.
Another bonus about my new digs: no more fear that a tsunami will rise up out of the ocean and eat me alive.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Frozen
Frozen milk
Frozen orange juice
Frozen (and exploded) soda
Frozen squash
Frozen mayonnaise
Frozen salad
Frozen yogurt
Frozen oranges
Frozen bread
Frozen salad dressing
Frozen soy sauce
But the beer and sangria are just nicely chilled.
Above is the contents of my refrigerator, most of which I will be tossing, hopefully because my new landlord will be replacing my 40-year-old fridge while I'm on vacation. Otherwise, I will have to beat him up.
Frozen orange juice
Frozen (and exploded) soda
Frozen squash
Frozen mayonnaise
Frozen salad
Frozen yogurt
Frozen oranges
Frozen bread
Frozen salad dressing
Frozen soy sauce
But the beer and sangria are just nicely chilled.
Above is the contents of my refrigerator, most of which I will be tossing, hopefully because my new landlord will be replacing my 40-year-old fridge while I'm on vacation. Otherwise, I will have to beat him up.
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Monday, December 18, 2006
Moving day and the aftermath
So, as BellaCantare has already testified, moving day was rather stress-free. In fact, once I got over the shock of seeing the movers load three or four boxes on top of one another and carry them behind them propped on their backs (sorry, we didn't think to take photos until it was too late) everything went quite well. I've left a few things on 48th Avenue in preparation for cleaning this week or next, but I'm pretty much all moved in.
Now, this apartment has a few small oddities, like a refrigerator from the early '70s. The thermostat is not quite accurate, and last night I froze most of its contents. I had to defrost the milk in a bowl of hot water this morning. Happily, I'd unpacked enough to have one handy.
The heating system for this unit is a little odd, and I don't yet quite understand how it works. I may have left the heat on this morning, but I may have not. More experimentation is necessary to prevent melting or becoming an ice cube.
I have boxes strewn all over the place and I can't find the box with the iron in it (though I swear I saw it yesterday), but overall things went really well. And I can't thank Steph and Lucinda enough for all their help. I think I'm going to like my new neighborhood.
Now, this apartment has a few small oddities, like a refrigerator from the early '70s. The thermostat is not quite accurate, and last night I froze most of its contents. I had to defrost the milk in a bowl of hot water this morning. Happily, I'd unpacked enough to have one handy.
The heating system for this unit is a little odd, and I don't yet quite understand how it works. I may have left the heat on this morning, but I may have not. More experimentation is necessary to prevent melting or becoming an ice cube.
I have boxes strewn all over the place and I can't find the box with the iron in it (though I swear I saw it yesterday), but overall things went really well. And I can't thank Steph and Lucinda enough for all their help. I think I'm going to like my new neighborhood.
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The top best things about my new apartment
7. It's warm inside, even when it's cold outside
6. The bathroom is all mine
5. With a gas stove, it takes less than half an hour for the kettle to boil
4. I did all my errands on foot yesterday, and walked less than two miles total.
3. Proximity to the buses.
2. It took 5 minutes (instead of 45) to get to church yesterday
1. I got on the bus at 7:55 this morning and was in my office by 8:15. And the bus had many, many free seats.
Moving might have been stressful, but the lack of commute has just wiped away all the hassles of the last month.
6. The bathroom is all mine
5. With a gas stove, it takes less than half an hour for the kettle to boil
4. I did all my errands on foot yesterday, and walked less than two miles total.
3. Proximity to the buses.
2. It took 5 minutes (instead of 45) to get to church yesterday
1. I got on the bus at 7:55 this morning and was in my office by 8:15. And the bus had many, many free seats.
Moving might have been stressful, but the lack of commute has just wiped away all the hassles of the last month.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Can I have the keys, please?
We start serving mimosas and bagels on 48th Ave. tomorrow at 10:30. The movers will be arriving within a few hours of breakfast, and by dinner I hope to have all my stuff in my new home.
But I still don't have the keys. And it's now 4:07 pm on key pickup day, and I haven't heard from my landlord about when I'm supposed to meet him. And he wasn't home when I called.
So, here it is, the last call on the last beer before Hawaii, but I don't have the keys, and therefore can't yet offer the first drink after the Presidio.
But I still don't have the keys. And it's now 4:07 pm on key pickup day, and I haven't heard from my landlord about when I'm supposed to meet him. And he wasn't home when I called.
So, here it is, the last call on the last beer before Hawaii, but I don't have the keys, and therefore can't yet offer the first drink after the Presidio.
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Thursday, December 14, 2006
Angel is the master!
Congratulations to Angel on finishing the presentation on her master's thesis at Georgetown. We knew she was smart, but now she'll have the paper to prove it. Way to go!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Jury service is hard work
I can't remember feeling this stressed in a long time. I'm trying to cram a full day's work into four hours, then travel on two buses to the court house, where I've listened to a few hours of very interesting testimony. But it's hard work, and exhausting, and the lousy conditions of the court house - where I sit in a rolling office chair because the jury box doesn't have enough juror chairs for all the jurors - make it all the more stressful.
And while the movers are confirmed for Saturday, I don't have keys and haven't done an apartment inspection, and my landlord never answers his phone. Hopefully he'll get my rather urgent message today.
Enough venting - back to work.
And while the movers are confirmed for Saturday, I don't have keys and haven't done an apartment inspection, and my landlord never answers his phone. Hopefully he'll get my rather urgent message today.
Enough venting - back to work.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Lucky juror #13
My luck ran out yesterday in a big way. Just after 4:30 pm I was sworn in as alternate juror #1 in a misdemeanor case in possibly the grossest court house in the nation.
The good news: it's an afternoon trial and probably won't interfere with my Christmas travel plans. And I'm actually pretty excited to serve, even if, as an alternate, I don't get to deliberate.
The bad news: my boss isn't too pleased, I'm a little overwhelmed this week anyway, and this significant change to my routine isn't too helpful for my stress level.
But I'll be a good citizen, and probably meet some pretty interesting people along the way. And avoid the creepy guys in the orange jumpsuits. Hopefully none of them want to be my friend!
The good news: it's an afternoon trial and probably won't interfere with my Christmas travel plans. And I'm actually pretty excited to serve, even if, as an alternate, I don't get to deliberate.
The bad news: my boss isn't too pleased, I'm a little overwhelmed this week anyway, and this significant change to my routine isn't too helpful for my stress level.
But I'll be a good citizen, and probably meet some pretty interesting people along the way. And avoid the creepy guys in the orange jumpsuits. Hopefully none of them want to be my friend!
Monday, December 11, 2006
Shout out to the box brigade
Steph and Lucinda have been extraordinarily helpful in the moving process, and while bottles of champagne (or something) might be forthcoming, I wanted to take a minute to thank them publicly. And this seemed a better venue than standing with a large sign on Market St.
THANKS!
Now onward to moving day.
THANKS!
Now onward to moving day.
Friday, December 08, 2006
The movers are coming, the movers are coming
I've signed the contract, have to fill out and return their inventory list, and the countdown to Dec. 16 begins. By the end of next week, I will be in my new home. Unpacking will probably take awhile, but you're all welcome to stop in for a drink. Just call first.
Doing my civic duty
Jury duty is a privilege of citizenship. But I question the privilege of sitting in a small room, in uncomfortable chairs, with a group of San Franciscans who deride the justice system at every opportunity. I did it for half-a-day yesterday, and as if that weren't enough, I have to go back on Monday afternoon. And I'm not even in the jury box yet.
But if I get picked it'll be a short trial - five or six afternoons total, and no Fridays. And there's the added bonus of getting to see San Francisco's finest escorting the fine residents of the city jail to their court appearances. I've already seen two guys in orange jumpsuits. Happily, I didn't know either of them.
But if I get picked it'll be a short trial - five or six afternoons total, and no Fridays. And there's the added bonus of getting to see San Francisco's finest escorting the fine residents of the city jail to their court appearances. I've already seen two guys in orange jumpsuits. Happily, I didn't know either of them.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Putting the movers before the keys
In a fit of desperation on Monday, I reserved the movers for Dec. 16. However, with mere hours to go before I have to change or cancel the reservation, I have yet to hear back from my landlord on whether work on the apartment will be done by then.
This is not doing good things for my stress level. I understand that there's a certain amount of wear on an apartment that requires fixing once a tenant moves out, but two weeks worth? I don't know. He painted last year, and frankly, a new coat of paint is the least of my worries. If the lights turn on and the plumbing doesn't leak, then it's move-in ready. For me at least.
And I really want to get the move finished before I travel for Christmas. My commute is driving me crazy, my roommate is out of control (drunk, loud friends in the living room waking me up at 1 am Sunday, anyone?), and I just want to get out!
If I have to cancel this reservation, I may not be able to move until Dec. 22. The day before I leave for NY. Not the greatest timing, but it's better than waiting until Dec. 31.
This is not doing good things for my stress level. I understand that there's a certain amount of wear on an apartment that requires fixing once a tenant moves out, but two weeks worth? I don't know. He painted last year, and frankly, a new coat of paint is the least of my worries. If the lights turn on and the plumbing doesn't leak, then it's move-in ready. For me at least.
And I really want to get the move finished before I travel for Christmas. My commute is driving me crazy, my roommate is out of control (drunk, loud friends in the living room waking me up at 1 am Sunday, anyone?), and I just want to get out!
If I have to cancel this reservation, I may not be able to move until Dec. 22. The day before I leave for NY. Not the greatest timing, but it's better than waiting until Dec. 31.
65 Maple Ave is relocating
December seems to be moving month for more than one McDevitt. Check out Steph's new blog here.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
un-jury duty, day three
I was summonsed for Jury Duty Monday morning, and despite the hassle of getting to court, I was pretty excited. My last foray into jury selection lasted about two hours before I was dismissed. And the time before that I was dismissed as soon as the lawyers read my job description: journalist. I'd really like to serve someday.
But my services weren't needed on Monday. Today wasn't the day either. And tomorrow's already been ruled out too. So I've now spent the majority of my week of jury duty checking the Superior Court website, only to be notified that I'm not wanted.
That's the sad side of public service.
But my services weren't needed on Monday. Today wasn't the day either. And tomorrow's already been ruled out too. So I've now spent the majority of my week of jury duty checking the Superior Court website, only to be notified that I'm not wanted.
That's the sad side of public service.
Monday, December 04, 2006
I didn't blog because I couldn't access my computer through the boxes
I really don't appreciate anonymous snarky comments(see previous post). I'll blog when I want to, and if you don't like it, feel free to tell me about it, but sign your name.
That said, this weekend was quite productive, and I hope to be fully packed if my moving date is indeed Dec. 16. I've reserved the movers, and with 48 hours to change or cancel the reservation, I'll be contacting my landlord tomorrow to find out if he's got an estimate of when any work will be done, and when I can move in.
I couldn't be more excited. And many thanks to the box brigade. More to come on that later.
That said, this weekend was quite productive, and I hope to be fully packed if my moving date is indeed Dec. 16. I've reserved the movers, and with 48 hours to change or cancel the reservation, I'll be contacting my landlord tomorrow to find out if he's got an estimate of when any work will be done, and when I can move in.
I couldn't be more excited. And many thanks to the box brigade. More to come on that later.
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