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Tonight we strike
There is thunder in the sky
Together we'll fight
And some of us will die
But they'll always remember
That we made a stand
And many will die
By my hand

There are some nights where the simple 'no guts, no glory' approach of Manowar fits frighteningly well. The walkthrough for the apartment was tonight... and it is now painfully clear that the Manager, Janet, no longer cares at all. She gave the apartment a cursory walk, shrugged and said "Looks good to me." And then she wandered back out. I hadn't realized how badly the deteriouration of the neighborhood had affected her. The long-term consequences of Jennifer's death (the original lesasing agent for the complex) are more severe than any of us could have foretold. I like Janet, and it's sad to see things come to this.

The gear that got put in Crystal's truck got offloaded to the trailer tonight, and about half of what was in the Explorer got unloaded as well. I need to clear some of the debris out of the way so that proper unpacking can commence. At least I'll have music to listen to; I get to reap the benefits of having uncased and set up both the computers and the entertainment center as we were setting furniture in place. There's a -lot- to do. And I'm so very tired.

And many will die
By my hand
cabbitzilla: (Default)
Okay. TMFH is damned near over. Crystal's methods and organization have officially decimated my doubts and fears. There's a half load of assorted debris stacked in the kitchen. There's still some plaster work that needs to be done, but the carpet cleaned up nicely. The trailer is cramped at the moment, with boxes stacked all over the place. Thanks to my mom, sister and niece the bulk of the kitchen has been unpacked and set up. I've got a mountain of laundry to do.

The electronics continue to be plagued with gremlins. Two tape decks, 2 vcrs, 2 dvd players, one dvd/vcr combo deck, and a tv... After several hours of testing, we finally discovered that it was the TV that had issues, not the rest of the gear. Frustration abounds. The computer gear is all set up, needing only the arrival of the ComCast folks... once I finally have the money to get them out to the trailer to hook things up.

I'm tired beyond belief. I'm going to go to bed now, and pray for actual sleep
cabbitzilla: (Shadow)
With the exception of a single chair (needed for me whilst packing), -all- of the furniture is now moved and in its proper place in the trailer. Dad lent his assistance (and clean truck) yesterday for two more runs. The kitchen is 75% packed, the bedroom damn near empty, and a sprawl of mismatched 'stuff' in the living room that'll end up getting tossed into boxes in hodgepodge fashion. All of the missing cabling and power adapters have now been located; my computer and the entertainment center can now be cabled up.

I'm exhausted, and other people are doing the bulk of the work. Crystal and Kelly have both gone above and beyond, and Kelly remains a sane 'do you -really- need that' voice that's resulted in quite a bit going to the dumpster. Tommy, while not present this weekend, busted his ass LAST weekend on the two trailered runs. He also provided a lovely DVD/VCR combo deck and an Optimus receiver to complete the multimedia gear in the entertainment center.

I have a not-so-big television and a VCR that're excess; if you're local and want them, sound off.
The Synoptics switch has already found a home. I've a pair of folks I want to ask first about finding a home for the 24 port BayStack 10/100 switch I have; if neither of them want it, it'll be up for grabs as well. Hopefully they'll both turn up tonight so I can ask. I hate to dumpster it, but it's WAY more than I need.

I'm a grab a nap, now.
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What's your inner spirit?
You feel free. Your loyal to your friends and family and you stick up for them whenever trouble comes about.
How do you compare?
Take this test! | Tests from Testriffic

I swiped it from [ profile] ginkage and got the same result. 's a pretty picture.

All the big stuff is moved. My crew is near dead as a result, and even I'm more crippled up than 'usual'. There's a lot of small stuff left in the apartment, most of my dolls, and one display cabinet that'll fit in the back of my Explorer once the truck is emptied. Most of the stereo gear is in place, just not hooked up. Same with the computer gear; for the first time since it was built Mansion is offline, powered down and unplugged. I went to try and start hooking things up and discovered that the box with the KVM and cables apparently hadn't made the journey to the trailer with the rest of us. Oops. The receiver for the stereo is still at Tommy's house. One of the dual deck tape players is in, the other is still in my truck. The backup receiver (in case the one Tommy has for me decides to be dead) is similarly inclined.

All of the major furniture is in place. Now -my- job hits, trying to unpack and organize what is essentially too effing much stuff for the dwelling to hold into some reasonable form. I was asked where to put one box and answered 'the attic'... and giggled like a loon when my niece looked around in puzzlement and then did the classic "...wait, what?" response. I've a good dozen loads of laundry to do on top of everything else.

I have no right to be sore, but I am.
cabbitzilla: (Default)
Moving sucks.

Doing so when you yourself is limited in what you can do sucks worse.

Having family and friends that don't give a damned about your relative lack of physical ability and come together to make it all happen -anyway- very much does NOT suck. It's pretty f'ing awesome. I feel guilty watching folks work, so I try to find the little things that I can do.

I just hope it's enough.
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The checklist of doom:
  • Sign the title/close the sale.
  • Apply for new title.
  • Get insurance. *(&*&*$&^&#@! The dimwit lady wrote the policy wrong. It has to be fixed tomorrow. :(
  • Contact BGE to take over power.
  • Sign lease with the mobile home park.
  • Contact Suburban Propane to set up account.
  • Contact Comcast to get cable/phone/broadband installed.
  • Decide whether doorway to the master bedroom needs to be widened (likely).
  • Decide whether closet and small built in bookcase in master bedroom are getting demolished.
  • Decide same for smaller bedroom.
  • Move bed, dresser, chest of drawers.
  • Move desks (2) and green table, relocate all computer hardware.
  • Pack books, move bookcases into small bedroom, unpack books. Wash, rinse, repeat.
  • Move sofa, contents of entertainment center.
  • Move everything else. (Don't you just love catch-all categories?)

I'm ready to strangle the lady from the Geico office. She had paperwork in front of her, typed paperwork, mind you, and still managed to fsck up my address, phone number and required coverage. In other words, she wrote me the wrong kind of policy, so it's got to be fixed before I can sign the lease. That means ANOTHER trip to straighten things out; I'll go to the Severn office this time, since I know they're competent.

Crystal has dug out the old dehumidifier so that it can go over to the trailer; between the old style windows, the recent freeze over and the temperature differential the windows are near dripping with condensation. I've only seen this kind of accumulation in heavily air conditioned rooms, so it caught me off guard. Getting the older windows replaced will become a priority. As will be replacing the existing bathtub with a shower stall.

Okay, I'm off back to the trailer. Time to take some real measurements.
cabbitzilla: (Default)
2 bright points today:
  • A letter from a dear kitty in Colorado *snugs*
  • A letter from the mobile home park, stating that I'd passed the background and credit checks.

1 rather major not-so-bright point:
I'm near to collapsing with stress. Whyfor, you ask, since everything seems to be going right? Yeah, well that's the problem, you see... the Paranoid side of the Force is strong in me. Stronger than me. I made it through today with some help from someone I trust implicity, tomorrow will likely be the same. It still leaves me vibrating like a plucked cello string. It worries and annoys my Lady and I -know- it, but I don't seem to be able to quell it. To my knowledge even the dealings with the divorce didn't do this to me.

Paranoia aside, things seem to be going well. I'll make a loop down to my mom's tomorrow to clear up the issues with the bonds that're being cashed out, then coordinate totals with the other contributor(s) to the 'buy a trailer for the cabbit' cause (many of them don't realize that even simple support is of vast importance, much less monetary support) to get to the magic number. I'm hoping to close the deal with Jen Saturday morning for the trailer, lock down insurance for it by Wednesday of next week, and get started on the interior work the weekend following.

And then the moving starts. Have I mentioned that I loathe moving?

*sigh* On the plus side, it gives me one more sift through what goes and what gets dumpstered, and it'll slim things down further. There's a lot of 'stuff' that is in the nebulous 'what the fark do I do with it' region that'll slow that down, but it'll get done. I intend to be out of this apartment and out of the lease come March 1. Leave it to me to have to move at the coldest time of the year. :(

WOOHOO! I found a home for the damned encyclopedias that Megan stuck me with. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~

Okay, enough moaning and complaining. I'm gonna go kill leafcats with a tainy heeflet.
cabbitzilla: (Shadow)
Quizzie thing that I swiped from [ profile] valarltd... it seems to be a come on for buying their book, but it looked interesting:
I took the 43 Things Personality Quiz and found out I'm a
Reinventing Spiritual Builder

I have NO idea what that means. Interesting, though, that 0% of the 37296 people who've taken the quiz are like me. I always knew I was 'different'. :)

It's looking like the deal to buy the trailer has fallen through; quite a few tears have been shed on the topic. With an abundance of 'pros' and only one real 'con' it would've been a much needed blessing. I would actually have been able to afford to eat properly. It would've put me very close to mom and -much- closer to Crystal & Kelly and Leah & Tommy. *sigh* I've still got fingers crossed that the people who beat me to it have to pull out for some reason.

And now I go try and grab a nap before immersing myself in RO again. I got my little mage to J50 and now can't pass the damned test to become a wizard. :/ All I can really do is keep trying.


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