Between roughly March and mid-October, I was shuffling from the homes of friends* to relatives' and back again, spending half a week in either so as not to wear out my welcome, and heading out to Leavenworth (location of free housing, far from doctors & therapists) when I couldn't manage one of the transitions. It was exhausting and left me in a constant state of social overextension.

I am presently approaching the end of week 4 of 5 on a sublease and am finally, every so often, starting to have a spoon to spare. Of course, after this, I'll be right back to what's become the ordinary grind. That will last for a week and a half, then at the end of the month I'm off to visit [personal profile] premchaia_pre4 for a couple of weeks. That will be nice.




* 95% [personal profile] kistaro, to whom I remain endlessly grateful.
Not a one. After investigating the local thrift store (no major furniture) & potential for Ikea crap (cheap bookshelves... prohibitively expensive delivery to the boonies), it looks like my best option is going to be to build shelving for this place. Except there are minimal tools here. If this town or the surrounding ones have a tool library, it doesn't have an internet presence that I've been able to find. I should be able to borrow at least a crosscut saw and a rasp from Z's relatives, but I won't be back in Seattle until next weekend. I suppose that between now and then, my task is to draft the shelving unit and how I envision its pieces fitting together. Not least because 'holds together firmly, yet disassembles with a little work' is a very desirable feature and not one you'll get without planning.

I have, at least, swapped the shower fixture out for my own. That will make being here a great deal more pleasant.

But seriously now. Drafting. Lumber. Bookcases. Must find out if the nearest hardware store will pre-cut your lumber and/or plywood to size.
403: (Tetris)
( Jan. 1st, 2016 04:37 pm)
Today, we gave notice to our landlord that we'll be moving at the end of the month.

*cracks knuckles* Time to get packing.
403: Listen to the song of the paper cranes... (Cranesong)
( Jul. 21st, 2015 01:08 am)
Since [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv is away at a conference, I set aside today for relaxing and doing things that I avoid while sharing the apartment. Very simple things, those. I finished off the last of the milk, and didn't have to stress about who would get more, and when. I took a luxuriously long shower without considering that I was occupying the bathroom, and what if someone else needed it. Not having to work around my partner in a shared household is a luxury I haven't had for at least a year. Possibly longer.

Tomorrow, though, I get down to business about cleaning that's been hard to do during earlier stages of convalescence. The 'fridge doesn't need to be "cleaned", now, so much as "salvaged". There's precious little room for food in it.
403: Spiral of black and white stones, on a go board. (Spiral)
( Aug. 13th, 2012 01:16 pm)
A friend of mine will be staying a week and a half or so, until his lease for accommodations near his university begins. This has prompted [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv and I to deal with a number of tasks that had gone on the 'yeah, we'll deal with it later' list. Maybe we should have visitors every 6mo or so, just to make sure that stuff gets done.
403: Red-ink fail stamp. (FAIL)
( Feb. 20th, 2012 05:44 pm)
There are squirrels in the attic. That explains the little skittering noises. Also, on looking around up there, [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv tells me that there isn't a single scrap of insulation, even in the walls.

This merits a complaint to the landlord.
403: Cheerful-looking octopus. (Hapalochlaena lunulata)
( Dec. 6th, 2011 06:34 pm)
New lease acquired. We'll be moving after finals.
Just got back from a showing, not too far from Magoun Square. Looks promising. We're going to apply.
403: Spiral of black and white stones, on a go board. (Spiral)
( Nov. 13th, 2011 03:52 pm)
The owners of this apartment building have decided that they don't want to sign a continuing lease with us, and would like us to have left by 12/31/11. That's just about exactly when [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv and I were planning to be gone. It will save us some effort along the way, because we won't be trying to buy time with insincere lease-related negotiations.

This semester's classes are proceeding apace. Violin class is lovely, but I hope I develop calluses on my left hand soon. If anyone has suggestions for how to practice when you're too new with an instrument to know whether you're doing it right (vs. potentially cementing a failure or bad habit), I'd appreciate hearing them.

The leaves have mostly turned, and the trees on the banks of the Charles do a lovely impression of being on fire. At this time of year it's the high point of my daily commute.

There's more, but I've got 10min to get ready for my Sunday D&D game.
So much with the busy. x..x

I may be starting to make headway against the pile of tasks that accumulated between Rosh HaShanna and Simchat Torah. There's still not enough surface area (or indeed, volume) in this apartment to accessibly store all the items I need and want to have available for use. This may cease to be a problem in a couple of months; current plan is to move sometime between 12/15 and 12/31.

My current method for venting steam is playing Alpha Omega every other Wednesday. Fun setting, great GM, great fellow players.

For now, back to the grindstone.
The Jewish holidays were busy, and mostly good. Overlaid on that, some combination of landlord/property management company/primary tenant is committing fraud (vs. us, and apparently the Boston Housing Authority). More immediately, the {property management company | landlords} are threatening to throw out our belongings which aren't within the four walls of the apartment, such as our large potted plants, and items stored in the basement. We've got a paper trail proving that the objects exist and what kind of things they are. [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv has set up a camera to snap pics every 30sec and some signs saying, effectively, 'don't take our stuff; smile for the camera'.

Isn't renting fun?
But. My clothes? They're still not quite dry. What bizarre world have I stepped into, that nothing dries out?

Wait, that's right. I left the desert.
403: Listen to the song of the paper cranes... (Cranesong)
( Sep. 8th, 2011 08:45 am)
The current apartment building has no laundry, and the nearest laundromat has hours that make it almost entirely inaccessible, so last night I hand-washed some clothes for today. They're still damp this morning. As much as I object to putting them on, I have to acknowledge that it's not going to matter in an hour, when I go out and bike in the rain.


I really wish I didn't have class today.
I'm getting very tired of living in this maze of boxes.
403: Cheerful-looking octopus. (Hapalochlaena lunulata)
( Aug. 10th, 2011 05:58 pm)
It feels so amazing to be DONE.
403: This is your brane on string theory. (String Theory)
( Aug. 10th, 2011 08:55 am)
This afternoon, we go and sign a lease.

It's for a 1br apartment north of Teele Square, between Tufts and Alewife Brook. The apartment is a sublet from a tenant with a long-term lease, who's going to spend a couple of years out of the country living with his Filipino wife. We'll also be taking care of two of his cats while he's away, at their owner's expense. (Yes, I'm allergic. I've missed having cats enough that I don't care.) We've checked with the property management company, and everything's aboveboard.

Our appointment to do paperwork is for 16:00 today.
403: Torah Fandom (Torah Fandom)
( Aug. 8th, 2011 08:00 pm)
Tomorrow is the Ninth of Av, a traditional fast day that commemorates (if that's the right word) some of the set of awful things that happened to the Jewish people over the past few thousand years. If you're observing it, may you have a meaningful fast. (I'm not able to fast for medical reasons, and so will be eating plain, bland foods instead.)

Meanwhile, the secular world moves on. We've got three apartment showings scheduled for tomorrow, of which I hope at least one is acceptable, and willing to take our deposit money. This process is made of Fail, and I want to be done with it.


ETA: Oh, yeah. I'm reminded of how awkward it is to not be fasting when other people are.
Game theory suggests that I should take the next available opportunity to shaft you for having thrown [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv and myself under the bus for your own convenience, particularly at this late a time. But I'm so disgusted by your behavior that I'd just be happy to never see you again. (I realize that this may pose a problem if you see the error of your ways and respond to [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv's e-mail appropriately, but I'll deal with that if and when we come to it.)

No love,
- Me
403: Red-ink fail stamp. (FAIL)
( Jul. 31st, 2011 02:39 am)
'nother potential housemate flaked out on us, leaving us unable to sign for a perfectly good apartment. 'nother wasted week.

God, I hate people.
403: Listen to the song of the paper cranes... (Cranesong)
( Jul. 28th, 2011 11:44 pm)
Today, [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv and I went to showings of four apartments in three buildings (was supposed to be more, but one landlord backed out on us). I took photos, [livejournal.com profile] zeightyfiv wrote the reports for our two currently-not-here future housemates. Hoping to have a response from both by noon.

Of the two most promising, one is a little bit far from the Red Line, and a little bit on the expensive side, but quite nice inside and out. The other is half a mile's walk to the Red Line (less as the crow flies), and has a large yard, but is on the small side and currently in the middle of heavy remodeling. If the group agrees to apply, I expect we'd have a pretty good chance at either.

For the moment, I've done everything I can. All that's left is waiting.
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