fiat lux

Dec. 23rd, 2022 09:11 am
jazzfish: a fairy-door in a tree, caption $900/MONTH + UTILITIES (The Vancouver rental market)
ME, TURNING OFF MY SUNLAMP AFTER USING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS WINTER: Cripes it's dark in here.

I don't know that the lightbox will save me but I am no longer surprised that I've been doing so poorly.



In other news, I've started getting strata council email. Yesterday included one from a woman who wanted someone to come open the bleeder valve on her radiator. I considered volunteering but decided that messing with finicky mechanicals was not how I wanted to start my tenure. Another guy on council said he'd go take care of it.

A couple of hours later we had a flurry of emails regarding a massive water leak in that unit.

Apparently the bleeder valve snapped, and when they tried to activate the water shutoff in the unit that also broke off.

I am feeling only a very little schadenfreude that this is a unit belonging to someone who voted Against having more hot water in the building, because it's a) a crappy situation for her (now she's got no heat in her unit at all), b) not great news for units next to or below either, and c) ultimately problematic for everyone in the building.

But still.
jazzfish: a fairy-door in a tree, caption $900/MONTH + UTILITIES (The Vancouver rental market)
ME: Ugh the strata AGM was awful. The people in this building argue about and nearly don't pass the budget with necessary fee increases (which look worse because they didn't increase at all last year or I think the year before) and they refuse to drag the building into the twentieth century with things like A HOT WATER TANK so there will be actual hot SHOWERS in the winter when all the on-demand hot water is going to the radiators.

ALSO ME: Sure, I'll be on strata council for a year.



I figure it's a good way to meet some people in the building. Worst case I can't take it, bail after four months, and the guy who was on the fence about joining steps up in my place.

("Strata" is Canadian for, roughly, "condo HOA," the corporate entity responsible for running the building as a whole.)
jazzfish: a black-haired man with a big sword. blood stains the snow behind (Eddard Stark)
Well. Actually I write this sitting in the living room on the floor, back against the wall, next to where the couch will eventually be set.

My stuff is not here, due to the movers arbitrarily deciding to reschedule my delivery. I was surprised and displeased when I called them on Friday morning to see what time they'd get here and was told "Monday." I'm mostly calmed down about it now. It would be nice to have furniture, though.

(In a nice change of pace, the internet install that was also scheduled for Friday morning went quickly and smoothly.)

I still like this condo. The dishwasher is Really Loud but it's, you know, a dishwasher, which is an improvement. I'm still nervous that I won't be able to fit the bookcases in, and more nervous that I won't be able to fit the kitchenstuff in. I have also developed a fear that the bookcases will be destroyed in transit: the move-out movers were pretty skeptical that they'd survive. They're Ikea flat-pack particle-board and they've already made it through seven moves, so they're certainly beyond life expectancy, but still.

Erin rode down with me, through the fire- and flood-scarred landscape. I am genuinely impressed at the civil engineering done to reopen the highway through the Fraser Canyon after last November's flooding. They have entirely rerouted several sections of highway, including at least one railway underpass, and put in a temporary bridge that seems to be holding up well.

And now Erin's flown back north, and I spend my first night on my own in the new place. On an air mattress on the floor, same as the last couple of nights. It will all normalise eventually.

Only the margins left to write in now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

misc

Jan. 21st, 2022 05:33 pm
jazzfish: Two guys with signs: THE END IS NIGH. . . time for tea. (time for tea)
A pop-up vaccine clinic showed up in town early this week, so I went ahead and got my booster on Wednesday instead of waiting til my appointment in three weeks. As with my second dose I spent that evening and the entirety of the next day with a sore arm and no energy to speak of. There was a great deal of sitting on the couch and petting cats, and not as much snuggling Erin as I would have liked since she had her booster the day before I did and was back at work. Today as expected I'm doing much better. Yay immune system.

One of the things about "unoccupied home" insurance is that they require that someone go over to take a look at the place every so often. I asked ex-roomie Mya if she'd take care of this, since she lives relatively close, and she said sure, so she's been doing that. Good thing, too: as of a week and a half ago the bathroom sink has been occasionally coughing up water and gunk. I really did not want to have to deal with this before I've even moved in. I tried the "ignore it and maybe it'll go away" route and instead there was gunk spilled on the floor when she went in yesterday. So I've put in a request in with the building manager and hopefully it won't take too much longer to resolve.

I've begun making a pot of tea in the mornings, since the apartment water is no longer so terrible as to quickly make a pot undrinkable rather quickly. As a bonus, I can reuse the leaves to make a pot of tea in the evening with minimal caffeine. It's been nice to have something warm to drink as the light fades.

I've been experimenting with making pizzas as well. Still looking for a dough recipe I'm happy with. I'd like to be able to start the dough around lunchtime and be able to eat the pizza for dinner, and most of the recipes I've seen want the dough to sit around for a substantial amount of time. It's keeping me occupied, anyway.

success!

Dec. 18th, 2021 11:48 am
jazzfish: a fairy-door in a tree, caption $900/MONTH + UTILITIES (The Vancouver rental market)
So, after all that ... I have a condo.

Woke up too early on Thursday morning, drove to the airport, flew out. Hand-delivered the signed and notarized documents to the lawyer, got "breakfast," and meandered over to Rainbow House where I proceeded to nap for three hours.

On Friday I went over to the new condo to get the keys from Rhonda and poke around inside.

condostuff etc )
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Update: all the things for the condo have been sorted except for me showing up at their office with paperwork by ten AM tomorrow. (The lawyer has a Vancity bank account, so I could just do an intrabank transfer.) Which is a Load Off My Mind.

What are you reading?

Nth reread of The Fortunate Fall by Raphael Carter / Cameron Reed. This has but it's been quite a long time since I've read it. I suspect I am a better reader now than I was the last time: seems like every other page I'm pausing to say "ow" or "wow".

Ebook, Pratchett's Pyramids, which I am savouring deliberately. It is I think the most fun of the Discworld books so far.

What did you just finish reading?

Nth reread of Tim Powers's The Anubis Gates. I like this less than I remember liking it. The time-travel stuff is gloriously well-constructed... but the characters other than Brendan are paper-thin, and the plot as a whole doesn't quite hang together. Shame.

Also read the two companion novellas. Nobody's Home involves Jacky's encounter with a ghost shortly before the events of the novel, while The Properties of Rooftop Air concerns a minor character during the novel and his encounters with Horrabin the beggar clown. Both are slight; worth reading if you're a fan of the book but probably only once.

What do you think you'll read next?

My nice copies of Fonda Lee's Green Bone Saga came in the mail today, so, that. I read the first two a few years ago and thoroughly enjoyed them; looking forward to the conclusion and to getting swept up in her world.
jazzfish: a fairy-door in a tree, caption $900/MONTH + UTILITIES (The Vancouver rental market)
Current state: being extremely stressed out over condo-related program activities.

stressors )

things

Nov. 3rd, 2021 02:46 pm
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Time is getting away from me rapidly, so have some odds and ends before I forget them entirely.

Last weekend I failed to find a condo in Vancouver, after looking at a half dozen. There's one that might work out; it's not yet on the market, but Rhonda the awesome realtor sold the person into the condo so she wrangled me a sneak preview. It's in New Westminster, which is Not Ideal but maybe less Not Ideal than other options. Bah. All were either too expensive or not pleasant to inhabit even for the short time I was viewing them. I hate house hunting in Vancouver. I don't know if I hate it elsewhere but in Vancouver it is a constant source of frustration.

Other living options might include "renting," which is problematic because the places in Van I know of to rent from are even less convenient than New West; Victoria, which might be fine and would certainly be cheaper but would entail starting over again on the social front; possibly somewhere with Erin?; and just staying put and being depressed. Always an option, that last.

Other than that I had a good weekend in Vancouver, crashing in Holly/James/Zee's new house (which they bought with Rhonda, whom I recommended, so I can take some small pride in that). It's a Vancouver century-old house: it has high temperature gradients and questionable remodeling choices, but it's also quite pretty. It's in the same neighborhood as my old condo. I miss that neighborhood.

As a consolation for house-hunting nonsense I bought myself a magnetic "wallet" (credit card sleeve) for my phone, because I wanted a better solution for transit passes and hotel keys. The wallet is pretty neat: it connects solidly and is mostly unobtrusive. It also, unsurprisingly, includes a location tag, so I can theoretically find it again if and when I leave it somewhere. No speaker, so I can't make it make noise, but still.

My new Macbook arrived. As noted elseweb, this computer cost more than my first car; to the left, the car caught fire after I'd had it for three years, whereas the Macbook boasts some significant advances in heat dissipation. Its footprint is very slightly smaller than that of my current machine despite having a larger screen (15" vs 16"); it's slightly thicker and not-slightly heavier. Other than that I have no opinion of it just yet, since it's still in the process of restoring from backup. It does look pretty; I'll certainly give it that. I don't expect to be using it nearly as hard as Pelorios, my current machine, so here's hoping it lasts longer than five years.

I finished Wyrd Sisters last week but it's being stubborn about being written up.

Snow and ice this week. Winter would appear to be here.
jazzfish: an open bottle of ether, and George conked out (Ether George)
The good news is, I got my new phone, and I got to spend time with some good friends. Other than that, meh.

all else is commentary )
This weekend Erin and I pop down to Kelowna to look at trucks for her. I am looking forward to this. At the very least it will be less frustrating on a personal level.
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November has been a shitshow. To some extent it's been a continuation of a shitshow that started in October due to some of my own poor choices (deliberately vague), but it's also had Just Too Much going on. And work has been ridiculously busy as well, which means I don't have that time as downtime to sort through the Just Too Much.

But some of the ridiculousness is finally starting to let up. The condo sold a couple weeks ago, at asking, more or less immediately. Not as much as I'd hoped to get, probably not as much as we would have gotten if we'd sold in the spring, but eh, it's still free money. And now I have my home back, for a little while.

And I took my citizenship test last Tuesday. Twenty questions, multiple-choice. This was the last real hurdle in the citizenship process: now I just wait for "two to five months" for the actual ceremony.



I also now own a car, for the first time in seven and a half years. I recall the process as being less stressful last time, but then last time I knew I'd need a car and was willing to finance it, and also I knew what kind of car I wanted (Saturn 3-door coupe) and had found a bunch of them around the DC area. This time I didn't really have a sense of what I wanted other than "under $7500," "traction control," "fun-ish to drive," and "not white or brown." Paradox of choice.

So I spent a lot of time last week and the weekend before poking on Craigslist at used cars, trying to get private sellers to respond to messages, and visiting sketchy used-car dealerships. Among other things I test-drove an Infiniti, which was perfectly nice and had no soul, and a Ford Fusion, which was tempting but had a lot of cosmetic issues that suggested the potential for more serious underlying problems, and an Acura that's basically a Civic that I really wanted to like but that I just couldn't get comfortable in. And a Toyota Solara convertible that was seriously tempting, but taking a ragtop up to the land of ice and snow seems like an exceptionally poor life choice, especially when I don't have a garage for it.

I developed a solid distaste for used-car lots, which surprised me until I remembered that all my previous car-buying experience had been a) at new-car dealerships and b) with Saturn dealers, which were notorious for low-key sales and customer friendliness. This came to a head on Saturday, in the rain, at a used-car lot that appeared to be run out of the back of a minivan, where I tried out a very cheap SUV that was cheap for a reason or rather several, did not test a Mazda because the guy gave me the wrong key and I didn't feel like arguing with him, and sat in a too-expensive white Volvo and ... didn't hate it.

So while I drove to another dealer who didn't actually have the car I wanted available yet, they were just advertising it, Erin found a different (black) Volvo that looked promising: all-wheel drive, traction control, heated leather seats, etc. On her advice I called the dealer to make sure they had the car. Which turned out to be the right decision, because it was at their offsite location. We drove out there, and they had it out and ready for me. And... it fit, and looked nice, and felt comfortable to drive, and was priced near the top of my range.

We went inside to look at the Carfax report (couple claims, but nothing too serious, and also pretty regular maintenance). The guy wanted to sell it to me for about $8000 after taxes and fees and whatnot. I hemmed and hawed and said something about how I'd take the night to think about it, and Erin came right in with "Our budget's $7000, total."

Ten minutes later he sold it to me for that.

So. I am now the proud owner of a black 2005 Volvo S40 T5 with, near as I can tell, just about all the options. The stereo is gonna require some additional parts to get it to talk to my phone, and either the wiper blades need replacing or the windshield needs some serious scrubbing. Plus proper winter tires and rubber floormats and such. So far, though, I'm pretty happy with it.

Its name might be Hactar. I'm not sure yet, and may not be for awhile.
jazzfish: a black-haired man with a big sword. blood stains the snow behind (Eddard Stark)
It's been a busy month.

Of relevance to this post: after THREE MONTHS I finally have a new kitchen/hallway tiled floor, at no monetary cost to me. When the previous owners put in the new floor they didn't put in any transitions, and there's no way to get matching laminate five years later, so the budget called for basically replacing the whole floor. For the same (probably less) money, and way less hassle to me, I got them to replace the half-ruined entryway and kitchen floor in tile. It looks nice, and it supposedly raises resale value.

I also found out a couple of weeks ago that they managed to lose my dishwasher. I am not entirely sure how this happened, but whatever. They finally got me a new one on Monday. Which is good because that was the re-re-rescheduled photoshoot for putting the condo on the market. I believe it should be listed today or tomorrow. With any luck I will soon have enough money that I can withdraw it in rolls of loonies and build myself a coinroll cabin. Like a log cabin, but less insulative.

Now that the condo is on the market I'm starting to think about where I'm gonna be living. My current "plan" (if something this vague can be called a plan) is to find a house up north near Erin and a cheap room in Vancouver, and be down in Van one week a month. Unclear as to whether this will /save/ me any money over living in Van but it's unlikely to be any more expensive.



Last night Erin and I went and looked at a number of houses. Most of them were in town, kind of generic houses, in varying states of disrepair. There's one or two that might work out.

And then there's this gorgeous house. I'm not sure how long the link will be live; the realtor said she's taking it off the market today. Apparently the owner was looking to sell and move someplace else... and "someplace else" sold last week to someone else.

It has two major negatives, which are significant enough to keep me from buying it. First, it's about a ten-minute drive from town, and hence a half-hour drive from Erin's place. Second, and more importantly, the driveway is long, narrow, and uphill, and there's not enough room at the top of it to turn around unless you're driving a Smart. This is an annoyance for April through October, and a severe problem for snow-covered November through March. (There are two minor negatives, those being "the kitchen" and "the main bathroom," that can be solved by throwing money at them.)

But, gods. The view over the lake. The light, the ... openness? of the main floor. The nestled-into-the-forest-ness of it. I'm having almost the same reaction to this house that I had to one of the houses Erin and I looked at for her last spring: it feels like Pop Shackelford's house. I think that's a combination of one-storey (or at least looks-like-one-storey) and set-into-the-woods.

It feels like the perfect house for me. Only not for me as I exist but for a me three years in the future, or me at slightly oblique angles to who I am or where I am right now. And yet I want so badly to settle into that house and never leave it, make it mine and stay there for the next fifty years.

Oh well. Something like it will turn up again.
We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The missing plays of Sophocles will turn up piece by piece, or be written in another language.... You do not suppose, my lady, that if all of Archimedes had been hiding in the great library of Alexandria, we would be at a loss for a corkscrew?

--Tom Stoppard, Arcadia
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Thoughts on completing my first yoga class in close to three weeks, and my fourth in the last six weeks:

1) Ow.
2) Damn I needed that.
3) Ow.

It's fall weather here. It snowed a couple of times last week up north, which seems a bit uncouth for "not even the fall equinox yet", but I'm okay with September acting like actual fall.



Results of various unpleasant tasks this morning:

1) Emailed Chris the accountant regarding what looks like an audit letter from CRA (Canadian for "IRS"). He got back to me quickly with "yeah, they send that to everyone who claims foreign taxes, send me the letter and any docs you've got and i'll take care of it." So I get to do that tonight.
2) Called the remediation contractor. They're still waiting on the strata management company to call them and tell them to start work, despite me having called strata management mid-last week to tell them to call the contractor. They kindly said they'd call strata management themselves and bug them about it.
3) Called the actual IRS about my %&$ tax return, which should have been deposited in mid-May, then by early September. Apparently there have been additional processing difficulties but it's actually through the system now, so I should have my money within four to six weeks, just in time for me to not travel to the US.
4) Have not yet emailed Emily with my last proposal for buying out the condo, but I am not convinced it matters much since I don't think she'll take me up on it anyway.

Regarding #4, even if she were to take me up on it, that would just shuffle the difficulty from "moving" to "finding a roommate," and it almost certainly makes more financial sense to sell the place anyway, and hey, if I'm not going back east in October I can use the time I've already booked to be off work to pack and find a place to live.
jazzfish: Pig from "Pearls Before Swine" standing next to a Ball O'Splendid Isolation (Ball O'Splendid Isolation)
It's been a rough couple of weeks. I'm not sleeping well again, primarily I think due to stress. Vicious cycle.

I've been listening to "Who's Gonna Help Me" by Salt Thief, the folk-rockish viola duo James and I went to see a few weeks ago. They're good, and I'm looking forward to the new album in November.

she said i've troubles of my own and no time to help you

I still have no dishwasher and a concrete floor in my entry hall.

Emily's understandably unwilling to float me a loan to buy her out of the condo. Depending on how much she's looking for I may (may) be able to scrape up the amount. Not having to find another place to live has a certain appeal to it.

... just heard back from the mortgage broker. The process of buying Emily out may turn out more complicated than she'll want to deal with anyway. Though I suspect that a lot of that complication will come up if we sell the place, regardless.

To the extent that I was "dating" the really neat person I met a month ago, I got dumped on Wednesday. Still processing that.

Things with Erin are strained. (Understatement, I think.) I may be going north tomorrow, or I may not. I have no idea at this point.

I am out of maple syrup. This is not the worst of calamities, merely insult to injury.

Onward.
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Thursday morning I woke up to a sink full of dirty dishwater.

"Must have backed up again when the dishwasher was running," I said.

spoiler: no )

holy crap

Jul. 4th, 2018 11:11 am
jazzfish: a fairy-door in a tree, caption $900/MONTH + UTILITIES (The Vancouver rental market)
In case you were wondering whether the Vancouver housing market is still stupid: a one-bedroom unit in my building just went on the market. Its asking price is what we paid for our two-bedroom in October 2016.

I am pretty sure that this is the last nail in the coffin of my loose plan to find a one-bedroom place to buy this summer/fall. It's certainly one more not-so-gentle nudge towards getting out of Vancouver altogether.
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"But Tucker, if it's not a forever place, why are you spending high-four-figures redoing the kitchen?"

Three reasons:

1) The stupid cabinets that are too small for the plates to fit in are seriously annoying. It is worth spending money to rectify this, even on a short timescale.

2) It will Increase Resale Value, at least nominally. I'm skeptical as to how much effect home renovations actually have on resale value, but hey, maybe I'm wrong. It will certainly look much nicer, which may have an intangible effect on saleability.

3) It's not that big a kitchen. Any actual homeowners reading this are scratching their heads trying to figure out how we're renovating an entire kitchen for under ten grand. The answer is that this is a tiny 80s condo kitchen, where you can't open the dishwasher and the fridge at the same time, and where two people can technically do separate food-related tasks but they'd better be VERY comfortable in each others' personal space.

And, related to that last one, if I'm gonna be A Homeowner who's not interested in DIYing the heck out of everything, I'd like to have a sense of what goes into a reno project like this. Redoing the tiny kitchen seems like a safeish way to get my feet wet.

Emily stayed home yesterday while the new cabinets got delivered and the old ones got torn out. I stayed home today while the new cabinets got installed. Based on what I've seen so far, IT IS TOTALLY WORTH IT TO PAY A PROFESSIONAL TO INSTALL THE DAMN CABINETS. Nobody's kitchen is "cabinet-sized" and things will have to be tweaked to fit, plus there may be, um, "interesting choices" made by previous owners. Like the way there are two different kinds of ceiling drywall in the kitchen over the cabinets, and making them line up is a pain in the neck. I have SO MUCH respect for the guys putting the cabinets in, and occasionally hauling things out to the porch to trim them and hauling them back in.

The wiring in here is substandard enough that the electrician couldn't finish up yesterday, so he'll be back at some point. And Emily's convinced that she can re-hook-up the sink and the dishwasher, at least good enough for a couple of weeks, so the plumber won't be back today either.

So, soon we'll have cabinets, and a temporary sink and counter. Next week the counter-measurer comes to measure exactly how much counter we need, and that ought to arrive in a couple of weeks.

So far, relatively painless. We'll see how it goes once everything is in place and hooked up, and then we'll also need to put in some kind of backsplash. (We had them tear out the HIDEOUS PAINTED-OVER TILE but haven't come up with anything to replace it yet.)
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I'm mostly adapted to being a one-cat household now. It feels like learning to live with and work around a missing tooth: it mostly doesn't matter, except when something slips and you realise that it's not quite right and hasn't been for awhile.

Kai is lonely, as expected. She's taken over the duty of sitting with anyone who's on the couch, and round midnight she complains that there's no one else in the cat-bed.

I don't know how I grieve, not really. I know how to hold together and I know how to be a sympathetic shoulder.



Other than that.

Viola: there is a marked difference between knowing what you're doing wrong, and knowing how to do it right. At my lesson on Tuesday I think (hope) that I've finally figured out how to hold my left hand properly and in a more natural / less tense position. Gonna have to drill that into me for actual playing of things other than scales, but it felt right enough that I couldn't go back to holding it the way I'd been at the start of the year. Progress, maybe. I'm also gonna have to learn how to play a close second finger: my hand doesn't seem to want to move like that in that angle. Carnegie Hall.

Also sometime in the last year I developed the ability to tune by fifths rather than by harmonics, which is neat. Harmonics: if you rest your finger halfway up one string, not pressing down to the fingerboard, you get a neat ringing tone that's an octave above the open string. If you rest your finger a quarter of the way up the next lower string, it makes the same tone. You can tune your instrument by making sure these tones are the same. Alternately, if you can hear perfect fifths, you can just play both open strings simultaneously and tune one until the chord sounds right. This is the 'normal' way to tune a stringed instrument, and I couldn't do it until recently. So that's neat.

Work: The act of deciding that I want to look for a new job has been remarkably freeing. Work is still stupid and slow but that bothers me way less. Partly that's because the awful IT guy is gone; partly it's because not caring and not feeling trapped makes the idiocies far more bearable. We're still not getting bonuses, we still haven't gotten raises in coming on two years, but, eh. Whatever. If it gets bad enough I can leave, and meanwhile there's breathing room here to work out some stuff.

Condo: Emily's put in a raised bed on the patio, using leftover 4x4s from when they redid the fencing in February. The kitchen cabinets are being put in late next week, and hopefully the counter will go in early the week after.

I am more and more convinced that this is an acceptable stop-gap place, and a fine place to make money on for no reason (we bought for $480 in October; a somewhat-nicer unit in this building sold in February for $600, and an only-slightly-nicer one in March for $570), and unsuitable long-term. I'd thought/hoped that it was just barely big enough; it turns out that it's a little too small. The lack of insuite laundry is getting to me, as expected. Etc. Oh well. Something else will turn up.

I'm also becoming less and less certain that I want to stay in Vancouver, but that's a whole different fishkettle.
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Tonight I'm celebrating Solstice with Erin. I am historically not much for celebrations as such but this one feels important and significant.

Tomorrow I may or not have anything coherent to say for Sunreturn. Overall, though, I feel like things are moving forward, out of the aimless flailing of the last month or two and towards something at least temporarily stable. (Stability, like permanence, is an illusion of scale.)

The great move is complete, thanks to Tranquility Movers, as recommended by Erin ("movers by day, metal band by night"), and more thanks to Erin and Julianne for showing up to help [personal profile] uilos and me get the place into some semblance of order. Most bookcases and most furniture are where they're going to end up; will see how many spare bookcases we actually end up with. The programmable thermostat took substantially longer (and more people) to figure out than it maybe should have but I believe the living room will now hold steady at 20C.

That evening I ordered Indian from what I'm told is one of the best places on the Drive and we watched Spirited Away, which I may have not seen since it was in theatres. Quite enjoyable.

So now ... we have a place. It manages to somehow look much more spacious once we get our stuff into it, bookcases and furniture and all. I don't think it's forever but it's alright for now.

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