Moving Day (Part 3)

Hey all…sorry there’s such a backlog on my blog entries. I really need to get with it, don’t I? I’ll just quickly post what we did on Sunday and then update you on the rest of my fan-tab-u-lous¹ week.

Sunday morning, instead of being referred to as a “moving morning,” would better fall under the heading of “nothing-important-really-happening.” This was actually sort of a lucky break for me, cause I was mucho sore from moving things the day before. Back on topic, it’s apparently state law here in nowheresville that you have to inspect your apartment (or condo, I suppose), and record any…deficiencies you find for posterity² when you first rent it. With any normal person, this job wouldn’t take too long…maybe a half an hour at the most. But with my dad? We didn’t get done til 1 in the afternoon! Mind you, we weren’t doing it all morning…I didn’t even get up until about 9, and then spent about an hour “doing homework^3”. So all in all, we probably didn’t get started until about 10:30 or 11. But still, that’s a long time inspecting. We had to write down every chip in the paint, dent in the wall, slightly bent part of the ceiling⁴, and splatter of paint on the doors. Actually, to be more accurate, Dad wrote it all down. I followed him with my notebook⁵ and did some more “homework” while he freaked out about random faulty paint jobs. All in all, not the best morning I’ve ever had.
After our almost freakishly late lunch, he decided to go look at the closing furniture store in my town to see if we could get anything that we needed for bargain prices. We ended up getting me a new bed⁶, which I have mixed feelings about. On the plus side, it was an extremely good deal and probably better than anything else I might have gotten for the same price⁷, and it’s really comfortable. On the not-so-plus side, now that I have a bed, I can start staying at his house regularly. And he doesn’t even have internet yet. Joy.
By about 3 o’clock, Dad finally got his head in order and decided to start moving things. We didn’t take much that day, just the rest of the stuff from his room and some more food for me (I’ll tell you why I need that some other time…) and then the entertainment center. The nice thing about this was, it took a lot of time, and when we got back to his place and got everything inside, it was pretty much time for dinner. So that meant no more moving things that night! While I was preparing dinner (Campbell’s soup out of a can…yum, yum), my dad hooked up the VCR to the TV. We had taped two basketball games on Saturday, and we watched one of them (Duke vs. Michigan) during dinner. I won’t bore you with everything I could say about this at the time (Duke is my team), but suffice it to say that Duke won…by a lot. When that was over, I just decided to go to bed⁸ and thus avoid talking to him. As you can see, my weekend was so fun it was unbelievable. Until next time…

xxx
Caryn

By the way…2 points to BlackOpal for catching my book reference. Figured you’d get it!

¹ of course without that tinge of sarcasm…
² umm, not really on the posterity thing. But you take my point.
³ because apparently “reading Harry Potter” has been added to my curriculum ;)
⁴ in our apartment, we have those school ceilings…the ones with the removable tiles.
⁵ the one with the story I’m writing in it
⁶ actually, it was just the mattress and box springs, but whatever.
⁷ for those of you who missed the memo the first time, my dad is extremely cheap.
⁸ on my new mattress, mind you

Moving Day (Part 2)

Sorry I haven’t been on anywhere all weekend…I was stuck with my dad who doesn’t even have a dresser for my room, much less a computer with an internet connection. Here’s my weekend. Saturday-We got to move—again. As I said before, my dad’s apartment is a nice place. It’s just him I dislike. He and my mom have come to a custody agreement¹, but since they haven’t really told me about it yet², we’re just doing a temporary arrangement now. Well, that’s also due to the fact that up until Sunday, my dad didn’t have a bed for me. So I had to stay with him all freaking weekend long while he borrowed my bed from my mom’s apartment. I think I’ll be staying with her for the rest of the week, but you never know. Anyhow, all annoying things aside, we actually got quite a bit moved over there on Saturday. Okay, so maybe moving is quite an annoyance as well, but you get my point. The first thing we moved was all of the bedroom stuff. Well, all of Dad’s bedroom stuff would be closer to the truth. I don’t have much bedroom stuff that will be going over there. But all of Dad’s stuff was brought over to his new place and dumped unceremoniously on the floor in his room. I wouldn’t want to be him cleaning that mess up! Then we brought his dressers—I was amazed at how few clothes guys can really survive with—and then his bed. It’s, I believe, a queen-sized bed, and very awkward to carry. And, oh yeah, hea-vy! We had to lift both the mattress and the box springs on top of his van³ and drive to his new place with it. Thankfully, it’s only about a half of a mile away from Mom’s. Small town life. We somehow managed to get his whole bed into the apartment without major incident—a good thing, since he tends to be slightly anal about his possessions getting ruled. Yes, Grub⁴. Next came my bed. Actually, the one we took was my sister’s bed, but since she’s in Washington at college, we figured it would be safe to borrow it for the weekend. Plus, it needs to be fixed. Half of the legs on one end of her bed was cut off⁵ so we need to remedy that before it’s sleep-on-able⁶. We also brought a few more of Dad’s possessions and some stuff for the bathroom (gotta have that!) and the TV. Then, it was time for me to pack what I’d need for the weekend and Monday, and then say goodbye to Mom for the night. It was hard on both of us, let me tell you. Dad and I drove over to his place for the last time that night and took everything inside. He then went to get dinner for me⁷ while I made my bed and unpacked the bathroom stuff. When he came back, he set up the TV so I could watch the two-hour long Red-Green special (“You’re watching Red Green and no one can stop you”)⁸ while I ate. For the record, it was 8’o’clock by that point. After that, needless to say, I went to bed. On my mattress which was laying on the floor. Ah well, it was still comfy. And let me tell you, moving is hard work! Until next time…

xxx
Caryn

¹ But only for now—he wouldn’t move out til they did. We’ll fight it later.
² My mom has, though she wasn’t supposed to—she wouldn’t keep it from me. Shh!
³ Minivan, if you want to get technical, since he for some reason won’t get a U-haul for a day. Oh yeah…it’s because he’s too cheap to.
⁴ Kudos to you if you get it.
⁵ To clarify, the legs weren’t removed…just shortened.
⁶ Shut up. It’s a word.
⁷ Wendy’s—do what tastes right^{©® (and whatever else you need there…)}

⁸ We’re now in week 3 of pledge week, er, period.

Moving Day (Part 1) and James Potter

Today I got to help my dad move¹ into his new place. It’s very pretty inside, with cream-colored walls and brown carpet, but it is a pretty small apartment. However, it’s not like it will be full or anything. It’ll just be him and sometimes me, depending on what happens with custody.
Maybe I should bring you guys up to speed on what’s happening. My parents are going to get a divorce (my dad’s idea) and they’re currently in the living-in-separate-places stage. There’s no way this is gonna blow over, so I’m just ready for what comes. For the record, my dad is a pretty big asshole²…he’s incredibly controlling of everything around him and totally OCD about odd things as well. Right now, he’s obsessing over his diet, and won’t eat certain foods because his allergic reactions to them “make his head feel funny.” In my opinion, it’s not the food that’s making his head feel funny. His head is funny. Anyhow, both my mom and I are ready for him to leave, and I’m crossing my fingers for as little of him as possible. I definitely want to live with my mom.
When it comes down to it, I didn’t really get to do much today. I put hangers in all of the closets and then wandered around, looking at the place. At least I got some exercise. The landlady came over and I met her as well. She seemed to be very nice, and her grandson Bryce is in my science class. It’s a small world! Actually, it’s just a small town and I knew that already.
Also, heads up for James Potter and the Hall of Elder’s Crossing—The ultimate Harry Potter fanfic (title is link). I’m currently enjoying it! I’m not gonna give out the passwords here, but if you’re one of my forum friends who wants to know, PM me and I’ll think about it. Until next time…

xxx
Caryn

¹ redefined for today as go-in-and-scope-out-the-new-place
² Excuse my French