Saturday, February 03, 2007

My Aching Back!

I am back on line in the most basic way. I lost two e-bay auctions while I was down. I was outbid on an aquarium cleaning system, but figured that once the other guy paid the shipping, it would cost more than buying it new at PetSmart. So, that's what I did. But the one that hurt was for an Atari ST computer. I was SUPPOSED to receive a text message telling me I'd been outbid, but didn't. I expressed my disappointment to e-bay. I still haven't completed my move. I hope to finish Sunday. There were a few things wrong with my new apartment, but I guess that's to be expected in a place that's totally new. For instance, there was no shower rod. I didn't notice until I actually reached up to hang my shower curtain. Then I did a Lou Costello double-take. My sliding balcony door doesn't. I'm not sure I want a balcony, now that I have one. For one thing, I don't like the way my cats look like they want to jump. I can see their muscles tensing as they contemplate leaping to the ledge one story down and 20 feet over. For another, there's no grilling, no satellite dish, no spitting, no hammock, etc. allowed. They said I can have plants out there, so I'm considering growing corn. I'm thinking I could fit 20 pots, one stalk per pot, four ears per stalk, that's 80 ears of corn! Just call me Mr. Green Jeans. Failing that, I've always wanted to keep bonsai. They're outdoor plants. As for my move, I've gotten all the heavy pieces of furniture down here. I've moved around the world 17 times and none of them were as hard as moving down one floor. I discovered it's impossible to go from the sixth floor to the seventh without going down to the lobby first. I've spent more time in those defective elevators than John Glenn spent in space. Tomorrow, I empty the closets and take everything off the walls. I also have to move the book cases. Sounds like a full day's work. Then I can take my time putting everything in its place. I'm curious to find out how this 8-speaker home theatre will affect my neighbors.I'm walking around like a bent-over old man. But the worst is over. I hope. It's dinner time (supper to those who grew up where I did), so I think I'll treat myself to a steak at the Lone Star. My new stove is digital and I haven't figured out how to use it yet, so that's excuse enough to eat out. OK, I'm off.

4 comments:

Trader Rick said...

I hate it when they prohibit spitting.

Mark said...

Mr. Green Jeans? Closer to Oliver Wendell Douglas, I'd say.

J.M. Rob said...

No grilling? Can they really do that? I'm sure they can say that but it's not like you would be out there for hours preparing an 8 course meal. Get a little Weber Smokey Joe (http://www.weberstuff.com/websmokjoego.html) and grill on. . ya know, stealthy like.

Anonymous said...

With all that corn out there you could hide a grill and/or hammock. The cats would love the jungle, too. :)