It's no skin off my nose
Well, actually it was, but we'll come back to that.
The movers arrived a little after 11:30, and a little before the torrential rains. Despite the dampness, and them dropping my TV twice on its front, everything seems to be in one piece. Now it's just finding a home for everything. The kitchen cabinets are about as tall as a cereal box (but with a shelf in the middle), so I can foresee stacking a lot of things on top of them. Also, there's one drawer that I can't open unless the oven door is open. So we shan't enter the architects into the Designer of the Month competition.
It's just weird having one-tenth of my usual stuff. I have all I need, but don't have all I have, if that makes any sense. I miss my yard. I miss my towel rack. I miss having four toilets from which to choose. Tonight I got home after running out to Rite Aid for milk, so I can have tea in the morning, and I pulled off the little plastic ring...and didn't have a cat to throw it to.
My Pregnant Wife and I used the web cam for the first time here, and the dogs were all very confused about hearing me and maybe seeing some pixelated version of me. Any car in the cul de sac today had the possibility of being "Daddy". Poor things. But I see them in a month, and My Pregnant Wife in just eight days. Which is a good thing, because I just shouldn't be left alone....
The other thing I miss? Trash pick up at the end of the driveway. My building has a trash chute, but I asked the property managers what to do with my boxes when I'm done with them, and one showed me the dumpster at the bottom of the chute, or said I could take it down the hall behind the curtain, since "that's what John would have to do anyway." To be nice, I dragged my box and paper down to the one at the end of the hall. It was at an angle, so the door wouldn't stay open, so I had to balance it open a tad while quick-shoving the box up and over, jamming it through, only it got caught and the door wouldn't shut, so I lifted the other door and pushed the box around to get it to slide over, which it did. So of course that lid came crashing down. Onto my nose.
Blood immediately, trying to find a rag or towel in the laundromat, nothing, found a bathroom and grabbed some paper towels to hold to my nose to get back upstairs. Guy in the elevator: "You alright?" "Just lost a fight with the dumpster." "Dude. It doesn't look too bad. Got a piece of skin hanging down, though."
Thanks for the help, Quincy.
I had to cut the strip of skin off, but I have plenty to go round. It only bled for about twenty minutes, but since My Pregnant Wife had packed my bathroom supplies, she probably didn't think I'd need band-aids, let alone the first day, so I tried the next best thing: half a cotton ball and a Breathe-Rite strip.
Didn't work too well.
The movers arrived a little after 11:30, and a little before the torrential rains. Despite the dampness, and them dropping my TV twice on its front, everything seems to be in one piece. Now it's just finding a home for everything. The kitchen cabinets are about as tall as a cereal box (but with a shelf in the middle), so I can foresee stacking a lot of things on top of them. Also, there's one drawer that I can't open unless the oven door is open. So we shan't enter the architects into the Designer of the Month competition.
It's just weird having one-tenth of my usual stuff. I have all I need, but don't have all I have, if that makes any sense. I miss my yard. I miss my towel rack. I miss having four toilets from which to choose. Tonight I got home after running out to Rite Aid for milk, so I can have tea in the morning, and I pulled off the little plastic ring...and didn't have a cat to throw it to.
My Pregnant Wife and I used the web cam for the first time here, and the dogs were all very confused about hearing me and maybe seeing some pixelated version of me. Any car in the cul de sac today had the possibility of being "Daddy". Poor things. But I see them in a month, and My Pregnant Wife in just eight days. Which is a good thing, because I just shouldn't be left alone....
The other thing I miss? Trash pick up at the end of the driveway. My building has a trash chute, but I asked the property managers what to do with my boxes when I'm done with them, and one showed me the dumpster at the bottom of the chute, or said I could take it down the hall behind the curtain, since "that's what John would have to do anyway." To be nice, I dragged my box and paper down to the one at the end of the hall. It was at an angle, so the door wouldn't stay open, so I had to balance it open a tad while quick-shoving the box up and over, jamming it through, only it got caught and the door wouldn't shut, so I lifted the other door and pushed the box around to get it to slide over, which it did. So of course that lid came crashing down. Onto my nose.
Blood immediately, trying to find a rag or towel in the laundromat, nothing, found a bathroom and grabbed some paper towels to hold to my nose to get back upstairs. Guy in the elevator: "You alright?" "Just lost a fight with the dumpster." "Dude. It doesn't look too bad. Got a piece of skin hanging down, though."
Thanks for the help, Quincy.
I had to cut the strip of skin off, but I have plenty to go round. It only bled for about twenty minutes, but since My Pregnant Wife had packed my bathroom supplies, she probably didn't think I'd need band-aids, let alone the first day, so I tried the next best thing: half a cotton ball and a Breathe-Rite strip.
Didn't work too well.
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