I put in the deposit for my apartment, I'll take possession Oct. 1 and be effectively out of my old place on Halloween. I've decided to sign the title to Hubby's old Mustang that we've drug around for 25 years to landlord/friend, since we'd have to disassemble the back porch to get the thing out anyway. Hubby grew up very poor, and that car was his dream, so he never entertained the idea that he'd ever get rid of it. It's not my dream, and considering the prices that pristine versions of that particular type of Mustang are getting, it's not worth it to me to advertise it and organize its removal.
I looked in the garage and saw that I have enough furniture to do what I want in the new place, and with FauxSon's truck coming at least once more, it shouldn't be too hard to clear it mostly out. Lots of paper to dump, not as many books I want to keep as I expected.
The apartment is move-in ready, except for drip pans on the stove and why isn't there any water in the toilet. I had an office person with me, who looked at the toilet and went "Gosh, that shouldn't be like that, I'll get that looked at." Which is why I'm dealing with professionals.
I've got covered parking, there's a tree just to the west of my balcony, in the perfect spot to shade me at sunset. The southern exposure will provide more warmth in winter, and I like it chillier than most people anyway, so heating costs for just my apartment shouldn't be too bad. Plus I can take advantage of the insulating effects of the places around me.
I chatted with the woman who I think is the primary manager, and I mentioned wanting to live there for several years. She looked pleased.
That all sounds great, Connie!
That sounds like it's going to be a great place for you, Connie!
Plus I can take advantage of the insulating effects of the places around me.
That's what happened at my old apartment -- I was on the second of three floors, in the middle, so I had apartments above and below me, as well as on both sides, and the apartment was toasty in the winter.
And I have to say, after living in a house that we own, I still miss having a landlord to fix the stuff that breaks.
Oh! And for the proper Erisian effect, I have a storage closet out in the breezeway of the building. On the backwall of said closet someone had drawn a monster with the word Chupacabra. Office person was startled and offered to have it painted over. I told him not to bother and did not go off into a discussion of the X-Files.
On the backwall of said closet someone had drawn a monster with the word Chupacabra.
Clearly a sign that it's meant to be your place.
On those DNA things, take the percentages with a grain of salt. To begin with, the percentage of something in your genes isn't the same as the percentage of it in your ancestry, and secondly, especially with the parts where they tell you you've got 2% or something like that, there's a lot of guesswork. The commercial services want the percentages to add up to 100%, so they'll fill in gaps with whatever seems the most likely. People using the same kind of technology for scientific research will identify what they can and label the rest "unknown." If it tells you you've got more than 10 or 15 percent or so of something, then you probably do have that ancestry, but the percentages themselves don't tell you that much. There are a bunch of webpages where four or five siblings took the same test and compared their results, and they all had the same big pieces, but in different amounts, and the 1% and 2% things were completely different.
