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MIA for a month

Okay, so I’ve been missing from my blog for over a month now. I’d send myself to bed without supper for being a bad blogger, but that really wouldn’t help the situation. Plus I’m really hungry so it’s absolutely out of the question.

So why have I been so busy? The big move, and a lot of other shit tacked on for good measure, because you know moving isn’t a big enough time sink that we just had to add in frequent socializing too.

We got out around mid-month. Spent the next weekend up in Bobcaygeon for The Tragically Hip concert, the highlight of that poorly arranged concert was actually Bobcaygeon, thankfully the sound lasted throughout and it didn’t turn into a riot. The 2 hours people had to wait for a beer on a Saturday afternoon really didn’t help matters.

Anyway, we returned to the apartment that week to do our vacate clean, to find our landlords had absolutely trashed the place, and conducted illegal entries to allow their contractors in. They then had the gall to tell us we could be back charged for them ruining our carpet with paint and solvent.

That month essentially ended with my wife terrorizing their legal department and myself terrorizing their office staff when they decided it was acceptable for them to refuse to do their jobs and hang up the phone on us. I still don’t grasp why people in this century, over 130 years since the telephone was invented, haven’t figured out that there’s a feature called redial.

We’re now into the new place, with nice and pleasant management. No more elevators, no more frequent police visits to our building. Heck I haven’t seen the police here and we’ve lived here a month, it’s a goddamn miracle! We have a pool that actually has decent times and a dedicated adult swim, plus it’s supervised with life guards so they can have more than 8 kids in the pool at once.

We also went to one of Brad Pattisons classes, which was great fun. It was a brutal onslaught on the humans, the dogs seemed quite pleased. I’m honestly not sure it even phased Kelly, but that’s the Jack Russell monster in her genes. More on that in another post, maybe. No promises. I’ve got writing to catch up on too.

The Apartment: A Residential Torture Story

This story starts out with a sheet of paper. A notice to show our apartment.

On Wednesday night said slip of paper had been shoved under our doorway. Now as our apartment was torn apart for that process known as “sorting”, which is a big part of that process known as “moving”. The biggest problem of all is that Kelly’s obedience class is every Wednesday and Saturday. On Wednesday it’s from 7 to 8:30 and just so happened to be on the far side of Hamilton, so with getting dinner we weren’t home until 9:30.

We were quintessentially fucked. Suffice it to say, to have a nice tidy apartment by 8:30AM on Thursday morning, we were cleaning until 2:30AM. We spent every second working at it, and basically just threw a lot of stuff into storage totes at random. At least the job got done. Although 4 hours of sleep doesn’t make for a very happy Englishman. I think by the afternoon I’d entered a mild state of delirium as I actually ceased being tired and went into that manic frame of mind, which lasted until I forced myself to go to bed at 10:30PM.

All of which was for 5-minutes of them being in our apartment.

Although the utter nuisance of apartment living is only illustrated by the fact that at 9:40PM last night someone decided to pull the fire alarm. I think we’re currently at 5 pulls in 10 and 1/2 months. I’m glad it happened at 9:40PM when I’m wide awake and don’t feel like a complete irresponsible ass by waiting it out. If it had happened at 1AM like usual, I would have ended up outside because I’m not going to be able to react at the first sign of smoke when I have my head under a pillow shouting ‘laa-laa-laa’.

So that’s just another story of why you don’t move into an apartment.

Supermoon! Cannot be seen.

I love astronomical events that get picked up on and reported by the media more than an air-supremacy take over in Libya, and then it’s cloudy all evening because there’s about 15mm of rain on the way.

In other world changing news: my apartment is finally cold. Wait, that’s not it. Let me try again: We’re moving out of the crappy apartment and into a town house where there’s such amenities as; doorways on the ground level, back yards, washers and driers, basements. Also we get like 1,000 sqft extra.

Fire alarms, sleep deprivation and writing

I wasn’t very tired, but well aware that the hours were ticking down and that I would be tired today. The 6 hour mark passed at midnight, so around 12:30 I decided to go to bed and read. We got to a little past the 1am mark, I settled down ready to sleep and then woop!-weep!-woop! the fire alarm starts going off.

I settled into the “I’m comfy, it’s a false alarm again” mentality. However, my wife being the worrier and anti-burning-to-death proponent I put some clothes on and we climbed down the 22 half-flights of stairs to the ground floor. The firemen were just arriving, looking equally as dissatisfied with the situation as I was: AKA they already knew it was a false alarm.

We spent around 20 minutes outside with the dog before the firemen left and the elevators started working. We got into bed around 2am, talked to gone 2:30 and probably fell asleep around 3am. The alarm went off an unsatisfactory 3 hours later and I followed the preprogrammed routine like I was a robot.

Now we skip to now. I’m not going to take needing a nap as an excuse to not get some writing done. So I’m digging in my heels, pulling the tab on a Rockstar and I’m going to sit down and get storytelling.

The Wasda Posts

This post is basically a list of things I was planning on posting about this morning, but now that’s basically been shot to shit.

Originally I was going to do a mini-review of RED, which was awesome and hilarious. I’m loving Bruce Willis in his new comedy slant, it lends itself well to him.

Then I was going to post on the preliminarily fantastic news for John Scalzi, the sale of Old Man’s War as a movie. This is one movie I know I will be watching (if it ever makes it to release) in theatres with a big tub of buttery popcorn.

Then I was going to post about the ultimate douchery of our rental company who just strung us through almost a month of their piss-about-crap and they’ll now be losing us as perfect tenants (that’s not even ironic in intent, no complaints, perfect rent), which there’ll be more on that next. All this over them refusing to replace a grotty 30-year old carpet with massive tears and zero padding left (if it ever had padding).

So now we’re onto the current news of the day, we’re moving into a town house. No more trips down an elevator to let the dog pee, no more trips to the laundry room to see that the machines are all in use and 2 are out of order and one eats loonies.

Will this news last through the night? We think so.

Moving Again… Maybe, and The Clarithromycin Drama

We’re moving, on one solitary condition that they replace the piece of shit carpet in the place. It’s torn, it’s old, it has zero padding left and most of all it’s grimy to the point of no redemption.

As we’re moving within building it’s policy that they don’t fix a lot of problems and let them get resolved through work orders, but the place seems to have little to do beyond getting rid of that piece of shit carpet.

We also took a nice trip to the Emergency Room as my wife checked off about four of the common side-effects to clarithromycin, which was supposed to be to treat her ‘strep throat’. The ER doc was the one to actually swab her throat (you know the 48-hour test over the differential diagnosis that involves multiple drugs and oh look adverse reactions). He said that it could well be Mono, which would explain why the antibiotics have done diddly squat and possibly why I only have a mild sore throat (I have lethargy but that’s a mix of working construction, staying up late – now with the excuse of caring for a sicky – and the inability to nap).

Blog Neglect

Hectic changes in the real world have left me with little time to actually sit down and write a blog post. So there’s likely to be a scarcity of blog posts in the near-future.

Late hours + getting ready for moving into our first apartment have left me and the wife exhausted and the free time I do get is being directed into other things before I get to spend any on my own endeavors.




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