As reported in keyne's LJ, most of our cookware has still not turned up after a couple of weeks of unpacking. There are still some boxes where some of it might be hidden, but their numbers are dwindling. A cast-iron skillet and Dutch oven are versatile things but we are getting to the point where we are ready to buy a new cookware set.
Whatever we get needs to be easy to store, as our new kitchen is a lot shorter on storage space than the last one. So options which stack well will get bonus points.
But forget all of htat. You have an empty kitchen and $250. What do you buy to cook with?
We are starting to move into Mosaic this week. We will be moving junk from my parents' house and our storage unit all week long, but our biggest push will be on Saturday, April 25 (assuming we can get the Big Honkin' Truck for it). Sorry about announcing this on such short notice, but that is apparently the way we roll. M starts at the new school on Monday, April 27, so our goal is to be sufficiently moved-in by the end of Saturday that we can sleep there and make breakfast on Sunday.
If you can help, and haven't already responded to keyne's call for volunteers, give me a shout-out here. We will need hands and warm bodies most urgently on Saturday, but if you're available to pack boxes or tote some stuff during the week, ping keyne, who will be trying to get as much of this done during the day as she can.
It's official: we're poor again.
We started this process six years ago, when Q was an infant and Morgan was not yet in school. Many of our friends have been at it longer. None of us really thought it would take this long.
We have been tumbling through this long dark tunnel for so long, bouncing against the walls and trying desperately to keep our bearings, I got used to the idea that this wasn't actually going to happen. It became normal to think of cohousing as this lovely, distant fantasy -- something that might happen, someday, in the remote future, but certainly not any time soon.
That became so deeply rooted in my thinking that I didn't quite notice when, suddenly, everything was actually happening. All of a sudden, houses were being completed, we were applying for mortgages, and people were moving in.
It's been a rollercoaster of a transition. You mean that after all this planning and anticipation, we're not just going to be talking about it any more? We're actually going to be living side by side with these nutcases? What the hell am I doing? Have I lost my senses? Can we actually do this?
We will. I have. And we can. We're poor again, but in the most important sense, we are very, very wealthy. Happy tax day, everyone.
zsquirrelboy and ectophylla joined us not once, not twice, but three days to help us pack and load and move our crud. dr_agonfly and family came to help both last weekend and this one. catya and shayde lent us their van for three whole weeks to move stuff into storage. All four of them, plus rintrahroars and moominmolly and dilettante and ghislaine and the whole pulito family joined us at the last minute for the great furniture shove. And randysmith squeezed in some time today to help move some of the last of our boxes and our bed (and if you have any idea how much a king-size Tempur-Pedic mattress weighs, you know how meaningful that is).
Above all, jacflash and dbang and family have provided so much support and so many hours of help that it is hard for me to express our gratitude in words. You guys are f'in' brilliant.
It is 11:45 and I just stopped moving a little while ago. The closing is in fifty hours and we are almost done. Talk to you soon.
I know, by now everybody in the Mid-Atlantic region already has plans for Saturday, but hey! Come by early and help us load our truck with what's left of our furniture. Especially the jukebox. That's the bit I'm most worried about. We'll feed you lunch (possibly a bit late) and beer and you can play with my Netflix Roku. We can be finished with the furniture by 3pm and you can go home and shower and go on with your wild and crazy nightlife!
RSVP here. Let us know if we have to escalate bribes. We will do whatever is necessary to entrap you into temporary servitude.
Edit: we will be picking up the truck between 8am and 9am. My guess is that we will be ready to start loading it by 9:30 or 9:45.
We have Andersen casement windows. The window operator has a little plastic housing over it. On some of these windows, the plastic housing has popped off. When I have replaced the operator with new hardware, the act of cranking the window shut causes the handle to pull against the plastic housing and pop it out again.
Does anyone know how to fix this problem? I have already left a comment on one article about fixing casement window cranks, the only one on the Web I can find that mentions this problem at all.
I might not be so desperate if we had not already fixed the cranks (or so I thought) only to find the day before a scheduled home inspection that several of them are still malfunctioning.
is that they're too f'ing smart for us. I left this trap last night *coated* with peanut butter. Today--- well, see for yourself.
Maybe I need to start sending them requests for urgent assistance in moving $3.7 million in gold bullion from my father's accounts in Nigeria.
Oh well. In for a penny, in for a pound. I'm sure I'll set up a wiki or something at some point to track all of this stuff.
( cleaning, cooking and cajoling )
contractors ripping up the garage ceiling;
6-12 inches of snow coming in the next day or so;
If I had thought this morning, "the only thing that could POSSIBLY make this day ANY BETTER would be a four-year-old waking up in the middle of the night and vomiting all over the bed?" I'd be ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!
Y'all wake me when this is over.
That was a few days ago. Today I took a hand mirror and a flashlight downstairs to inspect the results.
I peered above the ceiling over the washing machine, where I'd set one of the traps. It was still set, but the pedal looked oddly empty. I looked at it from every possible angle, but there was no sign of the peanut butter I'd smeared on it. As far as I can tell, the bait has been licked off the pedal, and the trap remains unmolested.
I checked the trap in the other end of the laundry room. It's not there any more. Gone. Nothing. No sign that anything was ever there.
As I turned to leave, I heard a faint tittering sound coming from within the walls. I'm sure of it.
By this time the hallway to the bedroom was starting to resemble a swamp. The wet/dry vac was no longer doing any good. I pulled up the corner of the carpet and realized -- duh -- that the carpet pad underneath was completely soaked through. So tonight, I pulled up most of the carpet in the hallway -- which required removing the door -- and tore out the sopping wet carpet pad. The substrate is particle board, and it too looks pretty saturated.
After ripping out the tack strips, I don't quite have the energy to pull up the flooring itself. So I used the wet/dry vac to get up what surface liquid I could, threw down an old carpet remnant on the nasty wet floor, and am going to wash up so I can continue to tackle this problem tomorrow. At the beginning of the project, the goal was to clean the carpet. I have given up on the carpet and understand now that the goal is to salvage as much of the floor as possible.
(In the process, we discovered a leak in the floor below the bedroom floor -- water is dripping into the garage through the ceiling. I don't think this is actually related but I could be wrong. I can hear the sound of running water when I stand at the bedroom door, so I suspect a leak in a pipe.)
Note to self. When something happens to the carpet, go gingerly with any liquid cleaner. And problems that involve too much liquid are unlikely to be solved by applying more liquid.