Bust a move

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Yeah, so, moving is hard work.

It took us pretty much every night last week to get packed and moved, and we spent this weekend unpacking and getting situated. (By the way, thanks to my dad, my brother Eric, Chuck, Joe, Chris, Matt, Corso, Kate and my sister Michelle for helping us move. They kicked some major ass. They earned that tasty Goat Hill Pizza.)

My Haight Street apartment was tiny, so it really didn’t take long to get it packed and moved. David’s Bgame apartment on the other hand … Well, that one was more work. It involved many, many, MANY boxes and stairs. Sigh. Still, we got it done.

Now, we are in the process of trying to find a spot for everything in the new place. I’m a freak, who cannot relax until I know where all my stuff is. I spent hours staring at the cabinets in the kitchen, organizing and reorganizing. Sweating and cursing and breaking things … So, I’m somewhat unpacked. David still has some boxes to get to, but he’s getting there.

As I unpacked the boxes, I had a few questions:

Why do I still have an entire box filled with cassettes and mix tapes? And why didn’t someone make fun of me for moving them? These were old, OLD mix tapes; like high school and early college years mix tapes. I was embarrassed just looking at them. I threw them in the dumpster of fear that David would want to listen to them and I would be shamed: “Someone used to like Billy Ocean …”)

Why do we have so many cleaning supplies? We had more cleaning supplies than we could possibly use. We had cleaning supplies for stuff we don’t even have. Turtle Wax? We don’t own a turtle. I had cleaning supplies. David had cleaning supplies. The previous tenants left behind cleaning supplies. I’m sure the apartment will get dirty, but it will never get that dirty.

Why do we have so much tea? I’m not exaggerating when I say that we had a cabinet’s worth of tea; an entire cabinet. We could have had a Dogpatch Tea Party if we wanted. I really didn’t know what to do with it. Set it on the corner with a sign, “Free tea bags”? I think that would attract the wrong element. I ended up throwing it out.

So anyway, Homer is finally getting used to the place. It was a rough couple of days for him. He would meander through the maze of boxes looking sad and confused. We could hear his toenails on the hardwood floors, even when we couldn’t see him. The first time we left him alone in the apartment, he rushed for the front door and clawed and cried. He hasn’t done that since he was a little guy. It was quite sad. Now, he is fine. He’s found a sunny spot for napping (Dogpatch gets sun! Yay!), and he’s quick to snuggle up on a lap the first chance he gets. He even did it to the cable guy.

Speaking of the cable guy, he came to the apartment on Sunday and basically ditched us with a faulty cable box and told us to return it ourselves. David called Comcast yesterday, and they were not amused. A supervisor is coming out tomorrow to hook up our cable. Sorry, lazy cable guy. I think we got you in trouble.

We still don’t have Internet in the apartment. My Facebook must feel so ignored. The Internet should be hooked up tomorrow night. I’m using my lunch break here at work to write this quick post, because I hate neglecting The Sonia Show. I think my blog is soooo important. “I’ve got important things to say, David. When is the Internet going to be working. My public awaits …” What a jackass I am.

Saturday night, after winning my battle with the kitchen boxes, I cooked my first meal in the new place: Snow peas, onions, carrots and tofu in red curry sauce with garlic spinach and garlic naan. We had some wine, too, of course (duh). As we were sitting at our little table, I thought, “Well, it doesn’t get much better than this. I’m eating a tasty meal with my cute dog begging at my feet, and I’m living with the man of my dreams in our new apartment.” What a happy jackass I am.

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