Update on apartment purchase.
I am currently sitting on the floor of the apartment, typing into my iPad, in my underwear.
Over the past week I have been man-hauling my possessions ten blocks to the south. This afternoon I finished. Tomorrow my few bits of furniture will arrive.
My complete move-in will occur sometime next spring.
Whatâs left to move in, once the furniture arrives?
That picture looks so much like the ones in the old encyclopedias I had as a kid (in terms of weird color saturation) and also I had one of those card sets that was all the animals of the world.
I used to think they just way oversaturated everything but now I think it was the printing process and the way the inks reacted over time.
Sort of like how in 70s movies, all the actors were stretched very tall and thin due to the way they filmed. Though I now think maybe that was because they compressed them horizontally to fit TV aspect ratios - the same movies on todayâs screens would probably look normal.
Safari Cards?
Basically, everything else. Most of what I own has been stored in my parentsâ basement since 2011. Right now Iâm, so to speak, âcamping out.â I have only a cheap desk, a cheap chair and a very nice chifforobe.
If somebody wanted it; from what I gathered from the phone call, itâd be more checking up on existing/past customers to see if they want/need anything.
Maybe thatâs what the world really looked like and our eyes just auto-adjusted?
And I think it really is the oversaturation; I canât imagine why some photos would come out okay, and others would be grotesquely colored. Whatever, weâre having fun!
Possible photo? I like chiffarobes.
OooooOoooooooh!
It survived the move. I gave it a coating Old English as a reward for its service.
Yes! Thatâs it exactly! The storage box, the little symbols on the top bar of the card, the subscription model. So many things were subscription model back then. Time-life books, the 16 records for a ¢ thing. Happy times.
I found out yesterday - all industrial.
So, I think I posted elsewhere on here - pun totally intended - that my old job canât use me right now.
Well, I spoke with a friend of mine who works there, and she said theyâre understaffed! She also shared some other info that made me glad I wasnât going back.
Iâm supposed to hear back today re yesterdayâs interview at the printed-circuit-board place. ANDâŚ
I got a follow-up email from the Muskegon Lumberjacks, a USHL team with offices in Southfield, MI, re an application I filled out for an office position in their organization. I was asked if I could work during the day; if I was okay with travelling to Muskegon if necessary; and when I would be available for a phone interview.
I really hope SOMEthing pans out, or I shanât be visiting this thread for a whileâŚ
nothing on the interview today. sigh.
So, I just found a story I started in 2007 thatâd Iâd forgotten about: it involves ghosts being accepted in society in the year 2064, though theyâre segregated from the living. The central character is Trey Topaz, who was murdered after freeing and rescuing the child of a VIP in the year 2084. Iâm going to try and transcribe it, from summary and notes to what bit of the story I have written. The title: âTrey Topaz, Ghost Detectiveâ. Thereâs 19 hand-written pages here, dated from 3/25/07 to 4/11/07. Hm.
AndâŚno phone call from the circuit-board placeâŚbutâŚ
I got a call from the controller for the Muskegon Lumberjacks, a USHL team with an office in Southfield, MI! She needs someone to do all the scutwork at the office so she can focus on doing her job, and it would just be the two of us, with the owner maybe dropping in.
Itâs a longer distance from the other place, but who cares, it would be a JOB I can do and it would be work and not too much peopling, and Iâm okay with that. Also, trips to Muskegon are a possibility. Now, itâs not like the cultural center of Western MI - that would be Grand Rapids - but itâs on the lake and WHO CARES, itâs not where I live!
Iâm on my way to work. Itâs a nice day, albeit a bit brisk, so I have the sunroof open and the back windows cracked, as is my wont for my morning commute.
I pull up to a stoplight just as itâs turned red, and I notice that the car to my left has a dog in the passenger seat, and its window is down. So I, of course, pull that âawwww, look at the pupper!â face that I always pull when I see a dog with its head out the window, and its tongue lolling just so, and thatâs kind of a nice little moment.
But then the woman driving that car turns her head, looks directly at me, and bursts out laughing. Itâs not a mean laugh, though, and I laugh too because Iâm totally busted. And itâs not as embarassing as it seems like it ought to be, because we both have to acknowledge the fact that yeah, it really is a pretty cute little pup sheâs got there.
I like to think â or at least hope â that her day is brightened by this as much as mine is.
Drawf beans red cabbage? Looks good.
