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June 4, 2007
moving blah blah moving blah blah
Still catching up on all my e-mails from being disconnected from the Internets Collective. But I am now moved. My whole body aches and isn't happy with this move, but it's done and at least my bed is set up. The rest is in large piles waiting to be redistributed throughout the house. Chiropractor adjustment is set for tomorrow for some preventative back-mauling.
This is a picture of my bathtub spigot some days when I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Kazakstan. My water on Q Street is a lot nicer, but the kitchen sink leaks underneath. The wonderfully responsive landlord is getting it fixed tomorrow. He left champaigne in the fridge for me! That was a nice gesture.
The movers came three hours early at about 1:30pm on Saturday. I said come at 5pm. Fuckers. It's a cute trick because they say they will then 'help' you pack (and of course I wasn't ready) which they can then bill as hours. I was too flustered to argue at the moment but looking back I should have given them their tip early and had them go have a beer while I finished packing.
Big Gurly Hugs to Martini Gurlatalova and OMG DJ TM™ helped move more stuff that couldn't be moved with the movers, and Mari stopped by to say hi when I was in a flurry of movement.
Unpacking after a few glasses of wine makes unpacking go so much nicer. But then the buzz fades and you tire out, which sucks.
I've already met many of my neighbors. There are a couple of gay couples across the street, and many friendly long-timers. I think people before the wavefront of gentrification can often be very nice, and newcomers quite the opposite. Recent migrants from say, Vienna to DC, come home after work and barricade themselves indoors. Longer-term residents hang out and get to know people. I prefer this to urban isolation. Vinnie (not landlord) lives across the alley and has a very friendly dog named Sugar. Well, I thought Sugar was really friendly but then I realized everyone on the block gives Sugar treats and she was just whoring me for food.
I cleaned out the cesspool as I refilled the half-tub and the aquarium. The cesspool hadn't been cleaned out all winter, and there was lots of leaf litter detritus at the bottom in addition to a lead battery and a hubcap! Sadly, my angelfish didn't make the transition as the poisonous DC water and stress killed them. Moving is hard on fish.
There will be no more big fabulous Jimbo house parties. There simply isn't enough room. I think this place is half as big as the other one, and there's less storage. Plus those bitches upstairs can host from here on out. One is a DJ and a bartender and the other is a drunken squirrel, so between the two of them they can figure something out. Gollum will just clean the cesspool.
There will be no big fabulous gay vacations this summer. Moving is expensive ($505). Aborted trips to Costa Rica aren't as expensive as the actual vacation, but it adds up too. My only major plan for the summer is to visit the family, which will be nice and cheap.
Posted by jimbo at June 4, 2007 12:38 PM
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hmm...yes, I look forward to parties upstairs then!
Posted by: stebbins at June 4, 2007 5:41 PM
Happy to help out Jimbo...And it was a PLEASURE to meet your former landlord as you had your last walk through.
Honey...I am still a little flustered!
Posted by: Martini at June 4, 2007 6:11 PM
You can come to Baltimore and we'll go to an Oriols game!
Posted by: Donald at June 4, 2007 7:23 PM
Welcome to the neighborhood! I am sure you will like it as much as I do.
Posted by: JD at June 4, 2007 9:54 PM
I will welcome the cheap trip.
Posted by: First mom at June 4, 2007 11:00 PM
CONGRATULATIONS for your new home, Jimbo. From the pictures you posted it looks GREAT to me. wow. I wish you all the best and lots of fun in there. Shame we live so far apart ;-)
Big warm hug from Germany. Carlo
Posted by: Carlo at June 5, 2007 2:11 AM
Ew that water in Kazakstan will give me nightmares. Is it rust water or???
Posted by: Sarah Jean at June 5, 2007 8:38 AM
When i lived in eastern Montana the water was close to that color. Gosh, it had a disgusting mineral taste too.
Posted by: homer at June 5, 2007 10:13 AM
You actually paid for movers?
When Rob and I moved into our house (you have seen how big that place is and all the stuff in our house) All we did was rent a U-haul and bribed a couple of friends with beer and it was cheaper than movers.
The idea of having strangers touching my stuff... creeps me out.
Sorry to hear about the fish. ((hugs))
Posted by: Dax at June 5, 2007 4:22 PM
After you pass a certain age it's not cool to ask friends to do that crap just for pizza. And after a certain age and more than a few back spazms, the service becomes really nice. Plus moving with two people is a lot easier than moving as one person.
Posted by: jimbo at June 5, 2007 4:32 PM
You know what they say, "friends help you move but real friends help you hide the bodies!"
Posted by: moby at June 6, 2007 3:08 AM
Of course I think about this too late...but if anyone else wants to hire movers, I know a rugby team with a few strong boys who'd move stuff for a generous "donation" to the team (since charging for our services causes all kinds of headaches for our treasurer).
Glad I could help ease your move day with the wine bottle. If you had a phone, I would have called you over for margaritas last night.
Posted by: TSheehanDC at June 6, 2007 8:23 AM