Things that have stopped working in my apartment, just before the big move:
The vacuum cleaner. It’s been dying a slow death for a while, but a week or so ago it finally gave up any pretense of functioning and filled the room with the smell of burning rubber. It wasn’t worth fixing, according to the repair guy, so of course we went and bought a shiny, spendy new vacuum cleaner. Because spending money is exactly what you want to do when you buy a house.
The microwave. It worked for me twice on Sunday morning, and by the time NinjaHusband got up to microwave his lunch, the damn thing was unresponsive. Makes me feel better about being an early riser. We’ve been going to our friend’s apartment down the hall to use his microwave this week, and the new house has a microwave already in it, so it hasn’t been too bad. Not laugh-a-minute fun, but not bad.
The computer. About a week and a half ago I was doing Things of Great Import on the computer (Raveling, probably) and the damn thing shut itself down and restarted itself 3 times within 10 minutes. Oh no. It continued to give us problems and I was convinced we would lose everything (what is this “back up your files” of which you speak?). Fortunately, our friends were getting rid of their damn good laptop that has like a million more GB than our desktop does, and we were able to transfer all our files off the desktop, onto the external hard drive, and then onto the laptop. I say “we” but it should be known that NinjaHusband did all the hard work. I just stood on the sidelines worrying.
The internet connection. I have no explanation for this one. The new laptop won’t recognize the … thinger. Cable? Ethernet? I don’t know. It does recognize wireless signals, so that’s a plus. I can internetize at work, at Panera, apparently at McDonald’s (though there are very few reasons I would set foot in a McDonald’s, and free internet isn’t one of them). Oddly enough, Borders makes you pay for their wireless, to which I say BOOHISS and am encouraging my Stitch-n-Bitch group to not pick Borders for our meetups again.
My digestion. Yeah. Stress hits me in the stomach, and has been for a couple weeks now. Can’t imagine why that could be.
The air conditioner. Birds nested in the air conditioner in late May and we, being the oversensitive vegan earthlovers that we are, couldn’t bear to forcibly evict the helpless little baby birds. The little baby birds grew into noisy, smelly bastardous birds and we told our landlords that yeah, maybe it’s time to kick them out and let us have our air conditioner back (not that it really worked that well in the first place). That finally happened after bugs started streaming out of the air conditioner unit, which was followed by the liberal application of Raid all over that wall. Landlords cleaned out the unit but haven’t installed a new one. So it’s hot. That’s the end of that story.
It strikes me as funny that the month of July should be so busy. Not just this year’s July, though it’s full of everything, but the month in general. Youngest sister’s birthday, NinjaHusband’s birthday, Mom’s birthday, wedding anniversary, blogiversary, we moved in together in July 3 years ago, we’re buying a damn house this year… and so forth.
Yeah, I missed my blogiversary yesterday. Hooray three years of blather! I was going to have a contest to celebrate, but my apartment looks like this:
and there is no way I’m digging through the boxes to find the prizes I have in mind. Maybe I’ll have a I-just-moved-into-a-house contest in a few weeks, when things are settled.
For now I’m going to keep packing and cleaning and hope that nothing else in my control stops working.