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I went to the optometrist for the first regular checkup in many years. They did the pupil dilation thing, which was sort of annoying and now I remember how much I didn't like it the last time. I probably should have used the cheap sunglasses they gave me, but I didn't. On an overcast day, on the walk back to the office, the white lines on the road were blinding me. Yeesh. My pupils looked, and still look, like an animé character's.

Night fell shortly after I got back to the office, which was convenient. And from then until now, everything is brighter than I expect, and point-source lights have pretty auras around them.

I walked [livejournal.com profile] roverthedog through the big park, which has been decked out in Christmas lights.

Wow. Pretty. Very pretty.

The strings of lights in the trees each looked like thick cables, bright but not quite painfully bright. Again with the pretty auras. If I could have turned off the streetlights, it would have been perfect.

I'm not sure I would recommend this as a way to get into the Christmas spirit, but hey, as long as I've got weird vision, might as well take advantage of the few unexpected benefits.
da: A smiling human with short hair, head tilted a bit to the right. It's black and white with a neutral background. You can't tell if the white in the hair is due to lighting, or maybe it's white hair! (Default)
It's true- the condo is technically a rental from the builders until around December; and the house sale became final as of today.

We've been ready for the house to sell for 4 months- and since it got repainted in beiges last month, it hasn't even felt to me like the home we had lived in for eleven years. It's a good time to move on.

The sale was supposed to become final next Wednesdy, except last Thursday our realtor emailed to say the buyers have requested closing a week early.

...Um, OK maybe, because this was 4:30pm, and [livejournal.com profile] melted_snowball was to leave in 90 minutes for Slovenia.

Our lawyer indicated the change was likely possible, so we prepped a few things in lieu of d. being present at the paperwork-signing before we popped off to the airport. On Friday I spent a few hours finding documents the lawyer needed such as the survey, deed from our purchase and so on; and signing the revised papers with our agent. (And I will note that I'm quite pleased that our city has a single-phonecall service to handle starting/closing accounts with all of the municipally owned water and gas utilities, tax rolls, and rental hot-water heater. That call plus one to the power company was sum total of required calls to change the closing date).

In the evening I went to clean out the shed and attic, which the buyers had realized still had junk in them. Junk that mostly belonged to the prior owners. Ugh.

Part of this story is that a few weeks ago I had decided I was going to treat this weekend as a personal retreat- centered around a massage on Saturday. So I had a fair bit of grumpiness about upending the retreat in favour of mortgage paperwork and cleaning out junk I didn't realize we had to deal with. Friday after work, I went to the house and began hauling junk- meditatively. Believe it or not, it worked- I wasn't grumpy at the buyers, or us for not cleaning it previously, or the previous owners; the retreat now just had a physical labour component.

Would you believe that worked? I scarcely did. It kept me going till 9pm, at least, which is when I finished the worst of it, leaving the rest to handle on trash night.

And lest you think [livejournal.com profile] melted_snowball was merely lounging around in Slovenian castles, by 4pm he had electronically signed and emailed back the legal documents fulfilling his part of the paperwork, which meant I just had to go into the lawyer's office Monday morning with some paperwork, and everything would be finished, save accepting a scary big sum into our bank account, which is now shifted over to a 1.8% savings account.

I'm still a bit impressed that it all came together.

And now my keychain is one key lighter, and we no longer own a lawn-mower.

rain

Tuesday, 4 September 2012 07:56 pm
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There was quite a downpour this morning. I was hanging out with my parents at their hotel just as they were on their way back home; I stuck around a bit longer so I wouldn't be caught in the worst of it getting back to the car. It turned out to be a very warm rain, but also a lot of water.

Things I then saw on my way to work:

- ducks swimming on the shoulder of the road
- a toddler joyfully stomping in puddles in a front yard
- a pair of middle-aged women driving a scooter in the bike-lane with raincoats billowing. The one in the front looked like she was soaked to the bone and had an ear-to-ear grin.

underwater

Saturday, 15 October 2011 01:42 pm
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In post-cold torpor. Woke up early enough to drive dan to the train station (he's working at a University Fair all day today) and was going to go back to sleep, but it turns out I'm not at all tired.

Discovered the basement has had undetected standing water long enough to mildew a few cardboard liquour boxes, and probably ruined a bag of flour, sigh. So I did the "dry out the carpet with the big box fan" dance (lifting a dripping carpet to put crates to air out underneath while trying to not get dripped on) along with the "eek, there are multiple spiders in there" shuffle.

And for the last few hours I've worked on pruning the bookshelves. Found roughly 20" of books to go to the thrift shop, along with another pile that aren't worth anything to anybody other than me-of-20-years-ago (Cornell Student Handbook for 1992?).

Haven't figured what to do with two thin books I bought even before then: "Young, Gay, and Proud", and "One Teenager in 10." Almost certainly as much use today as... hm... the Whole Earth Catalog? With less obvious charm?

There's a melancholy of going through bookshelves one hasn't touched in years, especially if one can remember, 4 or 5 years ago, choosing to keep some of the books based on a plan to actually read them. My pleasure reading for the last few years has been almost entirely the daily Globe and Mail and 3 monthly magazines that I am underwater on reading. I've been forging my way through the last six issues of Harpers, dunno what I will do about The Atlantic which I never seem to get to...

I could choose to spend less time browsing on the web, and more time with a good book. But why do I have the feeling that I won't?
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We just bought a condo in downtown Kitchener. It used to be the Arrow Shirt Factory. There were four floors, and they've built 4 more floors with a set-back. Ours is the first level of the new construction, the only level with terraces. It's 1500 square feet of usable space, it will be complete some time between March and late Summer of next year, and we have ten days from yesterday to have second thoughts.

To say I'm excited is an understatement. Last night as I tried to get to sleep, my brain took me on a walk around the new neighbourhood, with little jolts as I realized what was within roughly ten minutes walk. Victoria Park! [livejournal.com profile] persephoneplace! [livejournal.com profile] nobodyhere! [livejournal.com profile] thefateyouare! Kitchener Market! Kitchener Market Light Rail Stop (hopefully)! Pho! Jerk Chicken! KWArtzlab hackerspace! A somewhat OK video rental store! Eventually I ran out of exclamation-marks and started falling asleep, until I was jolted awake (repeatedly) with we just bought property sight unseen!

The process, last night, was a zoo. They had an open-house for agents, but I had just called the afternoon before to find out when we could look at the demo unit, and they said we were welcome to come with our agent (who we trust very well- she sold us this house, and similarly for many of [livejournal.com profile] melted_snowball's colleagues). Mary was a bedrock. She was the one who suggested a few weeks ago that we be open to downtown Kitchener (it's where she lives) instead of close to the University. She was the first to tell us that the unit we were looking at was quite likely the most sensible layout in the building (I've since heard similar feedback, scarily enough) and when she left us last night, she was considering buying a smaller unit in the building to rent out.

Meanwhile, there were 40 other people talking in the non-noise-canceled sales office. Imagine like: a narrow Apple Store with wine and canapes. We got time to tour the demo units (there were two set up). 14-foot ceilings, exposed original pillars of the factory, and a lot of beige. One unit was very snark-worthy (Mary had some sotto zingers about the design and the agent who was telling everybody how great it was) and the other was fairly nice except for one feature: the loft bedroom. It turns out most units have an (optional) raised bedroom with half-height walls and sort-of wraparound windows to let in the light. We kind of want to have noise isolation in the bedroom, so that was a non-starter, even though the storage area underneath the loft was sort of cool.

Our unit only has 9-foot ceilings, but it's got 32 feet of windows, a fairly good amount of storage space, and best of all, the condo allows pets. (That was actually the first question I asked when we arrived. The first two helper-people said, "I don't know, let's find somebody who does." and the third person explained their two-pet minimum, I mean maximum.

A last bit of condo-buying usefulness: we can move whenever they say our unit is finished. However, beyond our 10% deposit, we're not on the hook for the rest of the price until 75% the units are sold, which is possibly not going to happen for a few months after. Which means we get to move first, then sell our place, assuming things line up OK.

What could possibly go wrong?

(*wibble*)
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The frost this morning was gorgeous. My shadow looked like it was 20 feet long against the bike path. My headgear and gloves, just barely warm enough. This biking season will be drawing to a close soon.

I appreciate that at 8:30, many people have been at work for hours, many even in the same time-zone as me. But as one who often leaves for work at 9:30, I wanted to write down that this morning was magical.

(And next week at this time, I will wake up in darkness, and at 9:30 the shadows will be just as long as they were this morning at 8:30, and I will be grumpy.)

--

I was reminding myself that my ski-jacket style coat needs its zipper-pull replaced, as I loaded my backpack this morning, and a zipper-pull on my backpack shattered in my hands. ><
(c'mon Jansport; it's only lasted fifteen years so far. what ever happened to durability?)

--

Google voice's transcript of a message left on my cell this morning is sort of worth noting:

And analysts is so I'm calling from the strippers We're supposed to pick up there this morning. If you could please give us a call, but let's talk to someone there at least okay and phone number here is xxx-xxxx

That's actually quite a good transcript. The Strippers are refinishing our table, and they were due for pickup at 8am. Cheerful, matter-of-fact, efficient, and not cheap. Would recommend.

a storm

Tuesday, 15 May 2007 07:10 pm
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I hear other parts of town are just getting a drizzle or heavy rain. Well, we were getting quite the wind and rain just now.



That wasn't even the worst of it; my camera only gets video in 30-second chunks.

Ah well, the backyard tree seems intact; the only damage done seems to be a house plant that got knocked over in the wind. I wonder if there's much more due; we're still getting a fair bit of lightning and thunder. The radar map shows another big red blob down by Windsor aimed directly at us. :)

Hope everyone else is OK. ...Toronto, batten down hatches!

[edit to add: and now the birds are chirping again.]

Socks (pt. 2)

Wednesday, 20 December 2006 12:55 pm
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Of 28 respondants in yesterday's sock poll:

13 will toss the holey sock right away (including 5 who toss its mate),
8 will keep wearing it indefinitely,
4 or so will put it somewhere hoping it'll get fixed or used as a rag,
and 3 are darners or have a darning grandma.

Cool.

My unhealthy curiosity about what happens in the privacy my friends' sock drawers is multi-part.

First, I had a theory that lots of people on my friends-list would hang onto the holey sock for various reasons; this was partly validated by 8 wearers, 4 stashers, and 3 darners. 15 in all. I had expected there to be a few darners, and fortunately there were- including [livejournal.com profile] fyddlestyx the Darning Queen! ("See that girl, watch that scene...")

Of the remaining 13 people who toss the holey sock, it seems possible as many as 6 or 8 will keep the non-holey sock even if it lacks a mate. This is the other question I was curious about. Against my attempts to buy bulk identical socks, I have a fairly large number of not-quite-matching black socks, which I'll pair that way, and suffer the occasional rolled eyes from my sweetie. I figure it's one of those things we both put up with. ;) But I intentionally didn't ask whether people tossed just the holey one, to see if people would write that in, and they did.

I didn't ask how frequently people have holey socks. I came to the realization recently that I've had a batch of holey socks in my drawer for a really long time. I blame my last pair of boots, which not only gave me blisters on my heel, but wore holes in my socks, always in the same place, at the top of the heel. So I'm due for a holey-sock purge some time soon; which I've been resistant to do since it's probably about a dozen socks to be tossed. (Maybe it's time to make a pillow from them, as [livejournal.com profile] dawn_guy suggested?)

Socks

Tuesday, 19 December 2006 01:09 pm
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[Poll #891868]
da: A smiling human with short hair, head tilted a bit to the right. It's black and white with a neutral background. You can't tell if the white in the hair is due to lighting, or maybe it's white hair! (Default)
So far this weekend:

I finalized travel plans for next week. Leaving Tuesday pretty early, back Saturday around 6pm. Staying at my Uncle's, on Long Island, seeing my parents, one brother, and my Grandma who is in somewhat poor health.

We had dinner with two neighbours across the street, which I'd been failing to make happen since late Summer when they very kindly watched Rover for us for a week. Anyway, dinner happened, we talked about family, pets, and vacations, and it was good.

I bungied our compost bin up tight, and so far no racoon snack-bar. Yet.

I fixed (again) the clock of the world's most trivial poltergeist, so it isn't relying on electrical tape to keep a connection.

I removed the crappy, 30+-year-old flickery lightsocket from the basement ceiling, and decided no way was I willing to re-installed it since parts were falling apart in my hands (!). Talking about it with Dan, we decided we'd replace the upstairs bedroom light as well. So: basement light in the trash, ugly bedroom light installed in the basement, and reasonably nondescript new light from Home Hardware in the bedroom. Total cost, $12 and two hours of my time.

Last night, we went to [livejournal.com profile] mtffm & [livejournal.com profile] the_infamous_j's for a yummy dinner, fun conversation, and a few hands of Fluxx and Aquarius.

And, tonight we're off to see 49 Up with [livejournal.com profile] bats22.

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