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Musings of a complicated woman with simple tastes

Friday, April 27, 2007
On the move

Mother of God what a day. I took possession of the new apartment this afternoon. Of course it always looks smaller when you go back to move in but it's actually the perfect amount of space for the few possessions I still hold in this world. I brought in the first load of odd items that are light enough to carry that I don't trust to the movers, like my four surviving plants, my ancient globe that still shows the Belgian Congo and my plaster grotto sculpture.

I expected to be done in a hour. It took four by the time I resolved the initial issues. I got into the place and there was no electricity. The electric company told me it was on. Of course they're short staffed in the office this afternoon and really busy because it's Friday so you can't reach them by phone so I had to drive over to the office to find out why. Turns out it was the breakers were off. Duh. Leave it to me not to even think of checking.

So I get the power on and the stupid alarm system is beeping and I have no idea how to turn it off. So I drive back to the office again. Then I have to go back to the apartment and wait for the maintainence guy to show me what to do. In the interim, I started punching buttons on the cursed thing and got it to stop beeping. Lucky guess that the default code would be 1234.

Meanwhile, while I'm doing the paperwork, I got a look at some potential neighbors. It was less than reassuring. One young woman walked in and wanted to get an apartment that hot minute because her abusive husband kicked her out of the house. More comforting was that they wouldn't do it. I also got a look at some of my building neighbors. It looks like an old lady on the first floor and my immediate next door neighbor is a really fat guy with a kid. There was another woman about my age who looked normal though. I think she's on the first floor.

Overall though, I'm happy enough with it. The apartments seem to be pretty well soundproofed. I love my deck. The windows work well and the water pressure looks good. The place wasn't at all hot even though it was a warm day and it's been closed up for a while. The maintainence guy is pretty cool and he installed my modem so I'll ready to rock when I move in on Sunday and even better, they're running some kind of special so I get six months of free internet access on top of my senior citizen discount on the rent.

Overall it's probably the least expensive move I've ever made even though the electric company made me leave a $300 deposit before they would give me an account. I'm actually looking forward to being there.
  

Libby 7:25 PM Permalink
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That's my girl...


They grow up so fast. I've known Jo Newman for most of her life and still think of her as the kid who collected horse figurines and used to tell me she was the perfect child. Actually she really was. Even at ten years old she had star quality and a sense of purpose way beyond her years.

She sure did grow up to be a beautiful and accomplished woman and how exciting to see her get her first big break as a guest star on the Sopranos.

I hope that link works. I got it from google but you may have be a subscriber to see the piece. If you can't access it, you can see more about her here and see the info about the episode she appeared in here. I'm expecting someday to see her accepting an Oscar.

Way to go darlin...

[thanks to Karen for the tip]
 

Libby 9:24 AM Permalink
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
A big haul


This is what 20 tons of coke looks like. It sounds like a lot. It looks like a lot, but it translates to 40,000 pounds of cocaine. Sure, it will make a temporary dent in supply but it's still just a tiny amount compared to what gets through and will end up on the streets.

And such is the profit level in the black market that this is a sustainable loss. At best it might possibly take one dealer out of the market and could temporarily drive up the price. This will surely benefit the cartels that didn't get busted but it won't destroy the industry and will in effect endanger the public more by allowing the remaining cartels to become more powerful.

Not to mention, if our Coast Guard wasn't so busy "protecting" us from drugs, they could be patrolling to keep us safer from terrorist attacks by sea. Which would make you feel safer?

[graphic - Jeff Chiu/AP]
 

Libby 9:08 PM Permalink
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Monday, April 23, 2007
A little night music


I'm fried to a crisp from the moving thing so via Truffle, who left a comment at my other place and has a delicious blog of her own, this is the only thing I'm going to post tonight.

I loved Lawrence Welk as a kid. The bubbles alone had me hooked and I adored the Lennon Sisters. I don't remember this skit but I definitely want Welk as a hippie in my archives.
 

Libby 10:09 PM Permalink
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On the move

Sorry posting was so non-existent this weekend. Like an idiot I told the landlord they could show the place this week so I had to madly pack and clean so they could do it. It always takes longer than you think it will.

The good news is the place looks great. Cleaning will be a breeze at the end and the packing is 80% done and I still have a week to go. The downside is that the packing was quicker since I lost so much stuff to mold. All my leathers are gone. I lost my favorite coat. And I discovered all my cashmere sweaters were eaten by moths. I've never even seen a moth in the house and you would have thought all the spiders would have kept them away anyway but they were eaten to death. Oddly they didn't eat the wool ones. GO figure.

On the bright side, it's less to carry and my leather days are probably over anyway. I'm back on the work rotation this week but I should have a little more time and energy to blog in the evenings. Nonetheless, expect me when you see me.
  

Libby 9:40 AM Permalink
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