We’re moved!

Most­ly, anyway đź™‚

We did­n’t have a net con­nec­tion here until today, so we’ve been out of touch with much of our nor­mal world. I’ve tried to remem­ber to call or send emails to peo­ple with our new phone num­ber and address, but I know I’ve for­got­ten lots of peo­ple. Let me know if you’re one of them, okay?

We spent our first night here Sun­day, thanks to lots of help from our won­der­ful fam­i­ly and friends. god­dessin­ga and greyknight came down with son and I devi­ous­ly made them stay the night so we could get in more vis­it­ing time 🙂 cop­per­scale’s hus­band and son were incred­i­ble, as were red­crow and his son. And curiousmay9 con­tin­ues to rock our world in more ways than I can say!

I did, how­ev­er, feel as though I might have slipped into an alter­nate uni­verse today. I spoke to both a tech sup­port and a cus­tomer ser­vice per­son at Bell­South and BOTH of them were clue­ful and friend­ly and help­ful. They actu­al­ly esca­lat­ed the issue to peo­ple who could help me as soon as they real­ized that they could­n’t do so. Jim, the cus­tomer ser­vice guy, then checked in with me every hour until the DSL line was in fact work­ing prop­er­ly. I am writ­ing a real snail mail let­ter to Bell­South because today’s expe­ri­ence was just so com­plete­ly dif­fer­ent from what I’ve come to expect when call­ing almost any kind of company—ESPECIALLY an ISP—that I def­i­nite­ly want to encour­age them to reward these people!

Fit­ting a house full of stuff into an apart­ment, even a four-bed­room apart­ment with mar­velous huge clos­ets, is not easy. We’re not quite there yet. In fact, we need to fin­ish bring­ing stuff over on Sat­ur­day morn­ing and plan to cel­e­brate that achieve­ment by hit­ting the pool after­ward. The pool has been a love­ly thing. I antic­i­pate much more use of it the whole time we live here.

Despite sam­bear’s attempts to keep me from over­do­ing it, I did. Big sur­prise, huh? And now I have the pain flare from hell. It’s nev­er been this bad before—I’m just falling down ran­dom­ly due to mus­cle spasms. I do have an appoint­ment to see my rheuma­tol­o­gist tomor­row, but I’ve missed class­es Fri­day, Tues­day, and today. Tomor­row isn’t look­ing very like­ly at the moment. Walk­ing is rather vital to the whole get­ting from place to place thing, you know? I’m also doing lots of drop­ping things. I hate drink­ing from plas­tic cups because every­thing tastes fun­ny, but I fear I may have to switch to them.

Shel­ley is not hap­py with the move. That isn’t real­ly surprising—I’ve yet to see any cat hap­py about mov­ing. Grumpy grumpy grumpy. She is stay­ing with­in a few feet of me most of the time, unless shad­owkatt is here and seden­tary. Hap­pi­ly, she’s sleep­ing with Katie again instead of yowl­ing at our door. Nei­ther Sam nor I were sleep­ing well with the cat in the room. We sleep with our door closed, and Shel­ley invari­ably wants to go in or out at least once or twice dur­ing the night. She is hap­py about not hav­ing stairs, but she keeps look­ing for the door to the deck.

I’m thrilled about not deal­ing with stairs. Absolute­ly ecsta­t­ic. And the short­er dri­ve to school—yes! Yay! We’re real­ly, real­ly close to cop­per­scale and fam­i­ly now, and peo­ple like cybr­cat are much clos­er than before. 

There’s a hyper­ac­tive three-year-old in the apart­ment upstairs. His fam­i­ly is pret­ty nice, and they also have a home­schooled daugh­ter Katie’s age. They keep very, very odd hours, which means lots of run­ning back and forth and thump­ing at very late hours. Sam is being his patent­ed aston­ish­ing­ly nice self and get­ting to know them. Things are a bit bet­ter already.

I think the kids’ bed­rooms here are a lit­tle big­ger than the ones at the old house. I know their clos­ets are MUCH big­ger. Our bed­room is a bit small­er than the oth­er one, but our bath­room and clos­et are love­ly. I am def­i­nite­ly lov­ing that gar­den tub. I miss the high ceil­ings in the old house, though. And I’ll prob­a­bly miss the fire­place come fall. Can’t have every­thing, though đź™‚

We have basic cable here. We did­n’t sign up for cable. I need to call and find out whether or not there’s going to be a bill show­ing up or some­thing, since we don’t watch TV enough to jus­ti­fy spend­ing mon­ey on it.

The finan­cial aid thing still has­n’t been straight­ened out. Between school stuff, pain, and the mov­ing chaos, “I can only con­clude that I must be pay­ing off kar­ma at a vast­ly accel­er­at­ed rate.”

Cur­rent Mood: 🙂opti­mistic
Cur­rent Music: Moxy Fruvous
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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