The power went out around 5pm in southeast Redmond yesterday, including in our neighborhood, the English Cove HOA. OMG EMERGENCY! Said the children. Who couldn’t get on screens. Oh the humanity!!!!! My wife, Katie, and I were already feeling lazy about dinner—it’d been two straight months on lockdown since returning…
It’s been almost two months since I’ve posted on here. It’s been a busy time at home, work and on CarlessinSeattle. Home, it’s been about remodeling. I spent a couple months waiting patiently for Peter Anderson, my chosen contractor, to finish up a couple of existing jobs, and in the…
I’ve been meaning to post this, but have been so focused on my transit blog, I haven’t had the time. Anyway, camping out in a hotel room in rainy Port Angeles, working with my computer and camera, I thought I should post this picture of my beautiful new bookshelves. Yes,…
It’s so pathetic. I’ve known I have a computer game addiction for a long time. It’s games in general, not any specific game. I just can’t stop playing, especially when it’s a truly well designed game. Civilization III was the last one. I could play that for an entire weekend.…
Not my dinner, mind you. I didn’t leave work until 9:40pm last night. No, it was my downstairs neighbor’s dinner. The entire apartment reeked. Needless to say it, but I will anyway: the hall closet smelled like the dinner was burned right in there.
There’s still a chain-smoking boogeyman in there. I’ve moved all my coats to the storage locker–my biking jacket smelled when I pulled it out this weekend. I haven’t found a place for the other cloth goods in there. But I will. This weekend, I used an expanding foam to fill…
Seriously. Every time I open the hall closet, it smells like someone’s been locked in there, chain smoking. It’s the downstairs neighbor, of course. Their smoke rises through all the holes in the floors and wall of my hall closet. I have unpacked all but three boxes (excluding office/desk stuff–I…
Yup. Only two boxes were buried more deeply than the one with my sheets. I had to move 39 boxes–nearly all filled with books and binders and paper.
The move went swimmingly. The packers were done after just three hours Monday morning, and I treated myself to a massage that afternoon. My muscles needed the relaxation. This morning, the movers arrived, and by 1 p.m., my apartment was empty. By 3:30 pm, all of my worldly possessions were…
It’s ready. I mean, I still have to freshen the trim in all of the rooms, I need a towel rack, the hall closet desperately needs some work, the bedroom window is cracked, there’s no lighting in the living room… But it’s ready for me to move in. The painting…
