April 7th, 2015

Mysterious Beard

Completely Moved Out but Not Completely Moved In

Greetings from our new home. :) The place doesn't have a name yet, although I'm thinking of referring to it as The Staircase, since we have more staircases than levels of house, and you can't get from one room to another without going up at least one and probably three flights of stairs.

At least we'll be getting exercise.

We are completely out of The Hobbit Hole and will be signing the final sale paperwork today at noon... something which this time last week I literally thought was not going to happen due to the machinations of various banks and the buyer's agent, who is the first real estate agent I've ever met who seemed to be doing everything in his power to prevent someone from buying a house.

We weren't due to have any kind of electronic connection until Thursday, but one of the many great things about laurie_robey is that she is a massive a/v geek and wasn't about to let a little thing like not knowing how to do it prevent her from installing our internet service. Verizon provided the magic box, and Laurie poked it until it worked. Easy-peasy. Cable is a little more of an issue, due to a mysterious lack of coaxial jacks in a house that was built after the discovery of fire. It may be a while before that part's operational. But really, we've got the internet, the rest is bonus materials.

The first few days have been stressful, for many reasons, with several emotional collapses a couple of physical ones, and the house is a disaster zone at the moment. Storage space is wholly inadequate, the bathrooms are wholly inadequate, the closet rails disintegrated when I tried to hang up my clothes, and we discovered a bit late that there's no microwave oven, so my breakfast was cold. The place was basically built on the cheap and its various owners have half-assed everything they did in the intervening decades, so there are... challenges... to overcome.

Laurie and I are somewhat shackled in our reactions to this by the fact that we are renting rather than own, so we don't have a simple License to Fix. But even within that rather narrow range of acceptable action, I think we will quickly find ways of reducing the suck and enhancing the awesome. It's just how we roll. I don't think we've lived in a place yet that wasn't in nicer shape when we left than when we moved in, occasionally to the owners' annoyance, simply because we have high standards and refuse to make do with broken crap.

I suspect that within three months at the outside we'll have a layout that works, have all of the major bugs worked out, and be fairly comfortable here. And if we just can't stand the stairs, by this time next year our credit rating should be recovered enough that we'll have a wider range of choices and be able to have a nice, leisurely move to somewhere better, if we decide that's what we want when it comes to "run or renew" time on the lease.

In the meantime, I need to put my shoes on and start unpacking boxes. Writing journal entries on the kitchen counter because I can't get to the dining room table is hard on the back.

-The Gneech
Kero asleep

Because of Course Afib

Woke up w/ afib again this morning, just didn't recognize it at first because it always pretends to be chest congestion. :P If it doesn't clear up by the time we do the house signing I'll be in the hospital. Again. -.-


Mysterious Beard


House closing paperwork signed, although buyer's agent still trying to pull shenanigans. (Raising his fees by $500 at the 11th hour is just the most recent little games. I hope some ethics board will throw the guy in a dungeon.)

Afib didn't clear up, so now in ER again. I expect to be here overnight, but I brought the Macbook so maybe I can get some writing done.

More news when I have some. Thanks for the good wishes, all.

Mysterious Beard

Getting By With a Little Help From My Friends

The docs at the hospital gave me a shot of something (Cordarone, maybe? the notes are not handy) to bump me out of afib. It kinda-sorta worked, and they said, "Go home, take more aspirin and metoprolol, and your cardiologist will call you in the morning." They had apparently had a very busy day, which included at least one case involving about eight uniformed police officers and a woman unable to walk under her own power because she was weeping and wracked with grief, so I didn't deem it wise to press the issue. Hopefully by morning I will be all right again.

As for the house closing, the buyers' portion was due to happen at 5:00 p.m. and I haven't heard anything saying it didn't, so I'm going to assume it did. That their agent tried to hold the sale ransom at the last second for an additional $500 commission does not surprise me much; he displayed all the classic symptoms of being a sociopath with no sense of conscience or decency. All I can hope is that justice comes to the guy sooner or later. He has a reputation around town, it seems, as various folks involved at all levels of the transaction have muttered about his ethics (or lack thereof) and methods.

The buyers themselves seemed like very nice people and I hope they are very happy in The Hobbit Hole, as much as we'll miss it. I also hope this goon doesn't take them for a ride any more than he already has.

So tonight, the plan is to move enough boxes to enable me to collapse on the couch, and then, to collapse on the couch. If I wake up with a regular heartbeat in the morning, hopefully I can start actually making some progress on the house and even (gasp!) get back to doing some writing or comics work. And ponies. I miss my ponies.

-The Gneech