I’ve just put a deposit down on new digs to rent. It’s closer to my parents’ than our current place, right next to a park and to the Botanic Gardens, and has a small back yard for Young Indiana to play in. It’s a little farther away from the main road where Ted catches his bus, but we’re planning to get a car as soon as we can, so that won’t be too much of a bother. We take possession Friday, so I’ll take and post pictures then! God, that’s…
I keep thinking, man, I need to sort everything and clean everything and get it ready to pack. Really what I should do is sort and clean as I pack, thus killing three birds with one stone. It’ll be at least three weeks before we’re in danger of moving, and possibly a couple-three months, so it’s certainly time enough, and would be by far the most sensible way to do things. All I need is someone to keep me company while I do all that work. @.@ :)
Our landlords stopped by a couple nights ago to say they wouldn’t be renewing our lease, as one of them wants to move back into the house. We were kind of expecting/planning to move anyway, but now we’re definitely moving. The nice thing is if we find a place before our lease is up they’re not going to hold us to it. It’s at times like this I wish I was a minimalist. :p It’s at times like this I also think I need to learn to buy my music…
There are two slightly older Irish gents in my back garden, wreaking order from chaos. This makes me indescribably happy. Ted and I don’t have the tools, time or inclination to do it or the front garden space up right, and these lovely men are doing all the work for an extremely reasonable price. Young Indiana is enthralled by their activities. So am I, actually. They’re so *quick*, and we’d be so *slow*. I didn’t have the presence of mind to take a before shot of the front garden, but…
I just had one of those “Oh god, I’ve lost it all,” moments, when my writing computer sort of took a breath on start-up, and quietly shut down again. It booted properly the second time–and, in fact, I’d have lost maybe two chapters of work at most anyway–but you can bet your sweet tush that I have made a backup of Nook and stored it in two, soon to be three, different locations. *heart palpitations* Ted got up at 8. I thought I’d rolled over and he’d come back upstairs…