Author: Karel Kerezman

  • The Power of Organization

    Some people use letters or numbers, others use colored stickers (we in fact did that for the boxes), but for keeping track of which shelves and which sets of shelving pegs belong with what bookshelf, Vyx broke out the washi tape. During the preparation for moving day, she used one roll of washi tape for each individual bookshelf, then stuck a strip of tape from that specific roll onto:

    • The bookshelf unit
    • Each shelf from that unit
    • The bag containing the shelving pegs taken from that unit

    You might wonder why she went to all that trouble, but not all of our shelves were purchased from the same store or during the same timeframe. Even from year to year, Ikea’s bookshelf line can change somewhat. (Sometimes.) And not all of our shelves came from Ikea. (Most, yes, but not all.) All of this means that “just grab a couple of the black shelves” won’t guarantee that they’re the right fit for a given unit. Best to keep ’em organized.

    Which wouldn’t be a problem but we have a lot of dingdanged bookshelves (and bookshelf-adjacent units, like my CD/DVD shelves). There are eight in the office alone, plus several more in Vyx’s bedroom, plus at least four in the living room. I might even be forgetting one or two somewhere.

    During my lunch break I wanted to get one more of the office bookshelves squared away, so I looked at the washi tape stuck under the top of the shelf unit so I’d know what to go grab from the supplies stacked downstairs… then realized I probably wouldn’t remember by the time I got down to those stacked supplies from the office upstairs. So I did the purely logical thing:

    No, I will never have a career as a hand model.

    I peeled the tape off of the shelf unit itself and stuck it to the back of my hand as a… well, handy reference while I looked for the correct shelves and pegs. Simple, practical, and since washi tape comes off very easily it wasn’t even painful.

    And now, yet another shelf awaits its allotment of reading material.

    This will probably be filled with manga… eventually. Not right now. I’m too tired.

    We have so much yet to do, but progress is progress nonetheless.

  • Relocated And It Feels So Good

    (You know, except for the exhaustion and aches and pains.)

    We are mostly in the house now. Beds are here, bathing happens here, eating happens here (though no actual cooking yet since most of the cookware and many of the ingredients are over there still). Boxes? Here. Shelving? Here.

    Vacuum cleaner? Over there, awaiting us getting enough more stuff out of the apartment to make it ready for that last pass. Flowerpots? Over there, and we’re still debating where the heck they’re going once they make it here.

    And not a day’s rest in three weeks. But we’re still extremely happy to be here, and not there.

  • Get Ready Get Set Go

    Are we ready? Maybe not, but we’re trying to get there. By day’s end tomorrow, if all goes well, we should be (mostly) moved into the new place.

    But for now, I have to shut down and unplug everything to prepare for the movers, who arrive about 24 hours from now as I write this (right around 9 o’clock).

    See you from the new digs soon, I hope!

  • I Just Wanna Download

    It shouldn’t have been this difficult.

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  • Scenes From Chez Snark: Oomph

    I got home (apartment) from the house (we move next week) after a couple exhausting hours spent assembling furniture (living room TV stand & shelving). I told the lovely Vyx that I’m out of oomph. I’m oomph-free. You could call me Oomph-free Bogart.

    Silence.

    “No?” I asked.

    “No.”

    “Not gonna dignify that one with a response?”

    “I know better.”

    “Aw, I love you too!”

    I am a delight, as you can plainly see.

  • Quick Status Update

    Here we are at March of 2024, heralded this morning in suburban Portland Oregon by… snowfall? Well, kind of. It “slushed” for about an hour. This month I turn 50-something, but I don’t even care about that because the main focus is getting moved out of the apartment and into the house.

    I got the Internet stuff all working, including network drops in the other two places in the house which need them and WiFi coverage for the rest. We’re bringing over stuff one or two bags or armloads at a time, the stuff we don’t want The Movers touching. And they’re due in a bit under two weeks. Yesterday I told the apartment’s management that we’re on our way out (they get the keys back at the end of the lease, mind you).

    We’ve done so much work, and there’s a mountain yet to do, which has left me almost no time for much fun at all. Not even Satisfactory! (Well, not much.)

    I hope this is all worth it in the long run, because woof, I’m exhausted already.