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The house, the yard and stuff

Yesterday was one of those “get things in shape” days.

In short order Jen, Elizabeth and I

  1. Removed half of the boxes from the master bedroom that had been “hanging on” opening up another 15% of the floor space in there and making it look cleaner.
  2. Hung some pictures and set the stage for more to go up in the living room area at the front of the house
  3. Cleaned out the storm drains at the end of the yard
  4. Cleaned up the damn pine cones all over the yard
  5. Spiked a bunch of weeds
  6. Coiled the old holey Garden hose for tossing out… might take it back and bury it in the garden instead as an under-ground watering system… bears more thought really.
  7. Finally packed away the dining room table.  We don’t eat at it and we have a nice breakfast counter to eat at anyway.  This opened up a ton of space in the livingroom/kitchen area too.

In terms of stuff to do I checked out Kijiji and Craigslist and found a bunch of lawn mowers for sale.  I’ll have to check on them but we should be able to get a simple gas powered one for under 60 bucks as opposed for 90 bucks for an electrical one.  Our grass is too long for an underpowered one…..

We have crab grass where I laid the new seed.  Was the new seed full of crab grass?  Hmmm.

The new seed didn’t really take universally so we still have a kind of patchy lawn.  The back yard has really become this lush jungle of weeds though.  We need a weed whacker.

I need to repair at least one plug and then get an electrician in to fix the spare bathroom’s lights and power.

Paint needs touching up in places, but I bet a nice rub with a cloth will fix some of them instead.

Still no oven, coming up with 300 bucks for a repair seems less likely as the months come on.

Some outstanding bills to deal with too.

Perhaps it is time to sell off the comic collection if only to get some of this stuff done.

The house, the yard and stuff

Yesterday was one of those “get things in shape” days.

In short order Jen, Elizabeth and I

  1. Removed half of the boxes from the master bedroom that had been “hanging on” opening up another 15% of the floor space in there and making it look cleaner.
  2. Hung some pictures and set the stage for more to go up in the living room area at the front of the house
  3. Cleaned out the storm drains at the end of the yard
  4. Cleaned up the damn pine cones all over the yard
  5. Spiked a bunch of weeds
  6. Coiled the old holey Garden hose for tossing out… might take it back and bury it in the garden instead as an under-ground watering system… bears more thought really.
  7. Finally packed away the dining room table.  We don’t eat at it and we have a nice breakfast counter to eat at anyway.  This opened up a ton of space in the livingroom/kitchen area too.

In terms of stuff to do I checked out Kijiji and Craigslist and found a bunch of lawn mowers for sale.  I’ll have to check on them but we should be able to get a simple gas powered one for under 60 bucks as opposed for 90 bucks for an electrical one.  Our grass is too long for an underpowered one…..

We have crab grass where I laid the new seed.  Was the new seed full of crab grass?  Hmmm.

The new seed didn’t really take universally so we still have a kind of patchy lawn.  The back yard has really become this lush jungle of weeds though.  We need a weed whacker.

I need to repair at least one plug and then get an electrician in to fix the spare bathroom’s lights and power.

Paint needs touching up in places, but I bet a nice rub with a cloth will fix some of them instead.

Still no oven, coming up with 300 bucks for a repair seems less likely as the months come on.

Some outstanding bills to deal with too.

Perhaps it is time to sell off the comic collection if only to get some of this stuff done.

We Trashed-Out

This is a long-form response to this discussion on Metafilter (since I don’t want to sign in to yet another website this AM)

At 5:30AM August 22nd 2007, after a couple weeks of selling and giving away our stuff, and loading a trailer over the past two days we thought that it would take us about 2 hours to finish getting rid of the stuff in our house.  Over the next 6 hours we would struggle to get the last remains of our lives out of the town house we had lived in the entire time we live in the United States.  Hopelessly in debt and under the schedule gun, we had left the house empty but dirty.  We had filled entire dumpster with what we couldn’t give away along with the area around it (with beds and furniture) and a trailer incorrectly filled with the most precious things we could bring with us.  We had sweated through the last remaining bits of our home and still had several hundred miles of driving ahead of us, after my last “day” at the office.

When we did the same in Canada march 1st 2002, we had used the 14 foot long truck from U-Haul and had still left most of our furniture behind to be taken by a nice polish family, along with several computers, a whole kitchen and a whole hall closet full of “stuff”.  When we finally arrived in the United States, we had only what we could carry in our luggage with us.  It had taken us 8 hours to clean out our house and the friend I had promised to pay for coming to help us showed up after 7 of them.  We had needed his help badly and he expected to be paid the full amount for his minimal work.  I was too tired to disagree and he happily took his money after doing almost nothing. He was unemployed at the time, having lost his job in the same downsize that had taken my entire office out.

When we moved into the Apartment we would eventually leave in 2002, we had the contents of one room.  It was all we had in the world.  Enough “stuff” to fill one room.  My old roommate cleaned out the bits we had left behind and gave it to me in March of 1998.  We sat in a restaurant and shared the last meal we ever would, I haven’t seen that roommate again, and neither have most of the people we both knew.  In this case, Jen and I trashed out a friendship.

When I left my first apartment in 1996, I left behind all of the goods that my parent’s had gifted to me to make apartment life better, my desk, my furniture, cutlery, a vacuum cleaner, dishes, a microwave and random things.  All left, all listed with prices and resale vales to cover a bill my old landlord had given me for a backed up toilet.  80 dollars.  The landlord had rejected the notion that I be allowed to have Jen stay overnight or on the weekends, she was living with me, but the landlord had wanted her to pay rent while sleeping in my one room.  She moved into her own place, but visited frequently, the landlord felt she was over enough to pay rent (how many times have you heard that line from a parent) and so he actually called the police over it.  The police asked me if I wanted to charge the landlord with harassment and urged me to move.  I moved.

When we move on, we leave some of our stuff behind, its inevitable.  We live anywhere long enough and we leave an indellible mark, beyond the stains, on a place.  That townhome in Eugene might not have the pencil marks on the underside of the counters anymore, but it probably still feels like a home that as loved.  When I leave the condo i live in now, it will probably feel like leaving home again.  Sometimes a trash-out is the only way to say goodbye to home.

I know the pain of a Gizmodo Editor

How my wife castrated my DVD collection

I know Mark feels. When we moved down to the states, I had to save space so I moved all of my DVDs into big CD wallets and threw out a number of VHS tapes (but put some into storage at my ‘rents).

When we were moving back we decided to sell the DVDs that we weren’t going to watch again and still ended up with three boxes of DVDs.

I don’t think I could part with the cases now though, I like the idea of displaying all of my DVDs on big shelves where we can easily pull them and watch at our leisure.  Add to that my 5 disc platter player and you get nice easy viewing of whole DVD sets and so on.

I guess what separates me from Mark is that it was my decision to castrate my collection.

Garage Sale Post-Script

Hippies Suck.
Rain Sucks.
The DVD Store ripped us off
The Book Store Loves my Graphic Novels
I am still about 200 dollars short.

That is all.

Yep, rain. As predicted.

I nearly called off even going out there (I wish I did, as it would have saved us a ton of effort moving all that crap around)

It started raining before we went out, I asked them to move the damn sale into the gym.  Everyone’s stuff got wet.

I sold all the DVDs and Books, and m,ade around 300 bucks for it. I should have made 500, but I couldn’t get a fair price for my dvds.

Jen and I fought a bit over her driving, but I think I was just frustrated and lashing out.

Oh well.

Moving Blues Part Two

I spent some time today stacking up Books (Graphic Novels Really) for sale.  About 20-25 of them I think, maybe 30.  I hate doing this stuff, it’s like giving away bits of me.  I know they are just things, and that my memories matter; but I spent time and energy getting these things, I don’t want that to be wasted.

Due to the changes around the office, everything I’ve worked for over there is starting to slip into pointlessness.  I don’t train any more, I don’t really contribute to the whole pie, except through the strenuous document writing process.  Don’t get me started on All Times Garbage.  I can’t imagine someone spent money on that crap.

Ah, what a gripe fest.

The weather looks nice for this weekend, that should be great.

I’m looking for work in Burlington, Ontario right now.  I hope I get a good job.

Moving Blues

I’m going to have to move soon (by August 15th)

My Work Visa here in the USA expires in October, but I want to make sure I get my family back in Canada in time for the start of School.

So now, I’m selling my stuff:
http://flickr.com/photos/nitemayr/sets/72157600044662420/

I’m selling them on Craigslist first, hoping for a local buyer (Selling 5 long boxes of comics at 50 bucks each)  and a bunch of action figures.  It’s ugly.

These are not the best pictures, but my heart’s not in this (I want to keep my stuff)  As I don’t have a job to go to, I have to try and make my moving load as light as possible.  I have a ton of books and stuff, so I want to hold on to those, and comics (as much as I love them) are not as valuable to me as my books.  So they have to go.
It’s so sad.

I get Around

How many places have you lived in your life?

Oh A few:

  1. Bathgate, West Lothian,  Scotland (Born there)
  2. Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
  3. Deep River, Ontario Canada
  4. Kincardine, Ontario, Canada (2 moves)
  5. Weston, GTA, Ontario, Canada (Moved out on my own)
  6. Jane & Finch area, Toronto, Ontario, Canada
  7. Bathurst & Finch area, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
  8. Eugene, Oregon, USA.
  9. Kincardine, Ontario, Canada (2007)
  10. London, Ontario, Canada (2008)

So, a couple of places.

We moved around when I was young and my dad was transitioning in his job and I moved more when I was out on my own (and with my spouse and daughter)