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Sliding into the groove...
Feb. 9th, 2001 09:18 pmGetting from the house to the MCC and back again takes about 25 minutes each way (assuming no significant traffic), no matter if I take the "back roads" or the somewhat longer highway route. The latter is preferable, as there are fewer lights and no reduced-speed zones.
I fell asleep almost immediately upon retiring, around 4:45 am, only to be awakened by the phone installer at 8:30 am. About the only good thing to note about the whole enterprise is that I do not feel groggy half the time, the way I did in December when I was pulling the midnight-to-8 shift.
At any rate, the installer had to fiddle a bit to get everything working right, and then I had to fiddle a bit to install a jack in my office, but in the end, I now have access to a dial tone, and by extension, to the Internet. E-mail access is now a possibility. Hoo-hah!
Though it sure beats driving 20 minutes to the Webster house to connect to my ISP, I had to go there anyway to pick up the tools and hardware I needed to install the jack. I notice small, incremental changes in the appearance of the house from day to day, although I have yet to catch anyone there. Then again, I generally don't show up until around noon anyway.
I spent a couple of hours moving stuff around the house, and as I do so, the volume is opening up. You can actually move around, and I can't wait until I get to the point where I am actually throwing stuff out.
Am I getting excited, or what?
I am still without a hot water heater or a range. The latter problem has been solved - at least until I can get hold of this fellow Galina spoke with when she was here - with the purchase of an inexpensive camp stove. Once a range is in, the camp stove will be retired for duty during emergencies, and for camping.
Not having hot water is indeed a problem, because at this time of year, the water coming out of the cold water tap is actually cold, and not suitable for washing or showering (in the summer, the cold water is actually lukewarm in these parts, so showering is possible, but I digress...). I've been dealing with the situation by heating potfuls of water on the camp stove, but that's getting old, and reminds me of the time I visited Galina's sister in Moscow during a multi-week hot water outage. Personally, I'm thinking of replacing the gas water heater with an electric one with a smaller capacity (the issue here is raising the unit off the floor, which appears to be a local code requirement), but our finances right now won't allow that. At any rate, the fellow who is supposed to do the range is also supposed to hook up the heater, so it's only a matter of time.
I lay down in the mid-afternoon to catch up on the shuteye I missed out on in the morning, and did a pretty good job of losing consciousness within about 10 minutes. I even managed to wake up without the benefit of the alarm clock, reasonably refreshed. (I wonder, though, if this "split" sleep schedule - 3 to 4 hours of sleep, twice a day - is a viable approach over the long term?)
Lee came in the door as I was getting ready to go to the MCC. Sasha was happy to see her. I regret she did not arrive about 30 minutes earlier; we could have had a nice, quiet cup of tea together.
Hannibal opens tonight. I liked the book, and have been looking forward to the film, but an item in today's paper makes the film appear to be a gruesome piece of work, which makes me wonder to what degree the book has been mutilated to make the film. I'll probably still go see it at a matinee performance.
Cheers...
I fell asleep almost immediately upon retiring, around 4:45 am, only to be awakened by the phone installer at 8:30 am. About the only good thing to note about the whole enterprise is that I do not feel groggy half the time, the way I did in December when I was pulling the midnight-to-8 shift.
At any rate, the installer had to fiddle a bit to get everything working right, and then I had to fiddle a bit to install a jack in my office, but in the end, I now have access to a dial tone, and by extension, to the Internet. E-mail access is now a possibility. Hoo-hah!
Though it sure beats driving 20 minutes to the Webster house to connect to my ISP, I had to go there anyway to pick up the tools and hardware I needed to install the jack. I notice small, incremental changes in the appearance of the house from day to day, although I have yet to catch anyone there. Then again, I generally don't show up until around noon anyway.
I spent a couple of hours moving stuff around the house, and as I do so, the volume is opening up. You can actually move around, and I can't wait until I get to the point where I am actually throwing stuff out.
Am I getting excited, or what?
I am still without a hot water heater or a range. The latter problem has been solved - at least until I can get hold of this fellow Galina spoke with when she was here - with the purchase of an inexpensive camp stove. Once a range is in, the camp stove will be retired for duty during emergencies, and for camping.
Not having hot water is indeed a problem, because at this time of year, the water coming out of the cold water tap is actually cold, and not suitable for washing or showering (in the summer, the cold water is actually lukewarm in these parts, so showering is possible, but I digress...). I've been dealing with the situation by heating potfuls of water on the camp stove, but that's getting old, and reminds me of the time I visited Galina's sister in Moscow during a multi-week hot water outage. Personally, I'm thinking of replacing the gas water heater with an electric one with a smaller capacity (the issue here is raising the unit off the floor, which appears to be a local code requirement), but our finances right now won't allow that. At any rate, the fellow who is supposed to do the range is also supposed to hook up the heater, so it's only a matter of time.
I lay down in the mid-afternoon to catch up on the shuteye I missed out on in the morning, and did a pretty good job of losing consciousness within about 10 minutes. I even managed to wake up without the benefit of the alarm clock, reasonably refreshed. (I wonder, though, if this "split" sleep schedule - 3 to 4 hours of sleep, twice a day - is a viable approach over the long term?)
Lee came in the door as I was getting ready to go to the MCC. Sasha was happy to see her. I regret she did not arrive about 30 minutes earlier; we could have had a nice, quiet cup of tea together.
Hannibal opens tonight. I liked the book, and have been looking forward to the film, but an item in today's paper makes the film appear to be a gruesome piece of work, which makes me wonder to what degree the book has been mutilated to make the film. I'll probably still go see it at a matinee performance.
Cheers...
