Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
Hell Week II (Cont.): The Horror, the Horror
Half moved. Love the new house. The old one remains painfully slow to give up its contents.
The word for the day is: Ben-Gay.
Half moved. Love the new house. The old one remains painfully slow to give up its contents.
The word for the day is: Ben-Gay.
As you can see from this artist’s conception of the event, I’ve finally closed on the new house. Even with decent credit in a buyer’s market, the process took so long that the month I’d set aside for moving is already a third gone. At that, I’m told that I dodged a bullet by buying [...]
Some days, you just can’t find a grownup to talk to. Or maybe I’m spending too much time online lately…
I don’t have a dog in this fight, but I appreciated how Colleen Doran banished dozens of comment threads to the kiddie table simply by acting like an adult: “(Please) don’t pick on Alex Ross. He [...]
In the process of moving house. I have a POD. I am now a POD person.
I don’t technically have anywhere to move my possessions to at the moment other than the POD, as the bank is dragging its feet in setting a final closing date for the new house – as opposed to the date [...]
Reed says: “That will make me officially a geezer.”
I say: Geezer is as geezer does.
And many happy returns.