It's not "voh-NAHJ," it's "VON-idge"
The Tivo/Vonage experiment is not going to plan, which brought my living room wiring plans to a screeching halt. I can make the calls (which must happen twice monthly for Tivo to function) from Tim's place, but apparently I can't program it to work with the new cable box and service until I get this problem fixed. Vonage claims that the two will work together by the end of March, but I'm wondering whether I shouldn't just transfer the Verizon account to the new house until then. The idea that it will take fifty-five bucks to do so makes me see red, though. As I type, I'm on hold with Vonage (I like the vo-NAHJ pronunciation better) to find out if there are any catches to this "we'll fix it" promise.
The moving went well, and most of the stuff from the apartment is now in the house. There are a few closet shelves left that need to be cleared, packed, and brought over, but that should be a matter of an evening or two at the apartment. Power goes off over there on Thursday, so we'll be doing as much as we can before then.
Then comes the process of turning a house full of boxes into a home. Christina likened it to one of those sliding number puzzles -- to get the study organized, we'll have to fill up the available space in the living room, then shift things back so we can work on the kitchen, etc etc. Eventually we should have those numbers lined up correctly, though. I've been thinking about how to organize the kitchen and hey, The Container Store is a fun place to surf for ideas.
I'm a bit brain-fuzzy this morning from a late night visit to the emergency room with a friend who needed a lift to Bayfront Hospital, but the time spent warming a vinyl chair gave me a chance to think about the fact that I have relatively little about which to complain: I haven't recently lost a pet, a relative, or a job, as some of my friends have done in the past week or so. I'm not exactly riding high on their misery, but it does put my own daily hassles into perspective, which is what we all need now and again.
The moving went well, and most of the stuff from the apartment is now in the house. There are a few closet shelves left that need to be cleared, packed, and brought over, but that should be a matter of an evening or two at the apartment. Power goes off over there on Thursday, so we'll be doing as much as we can before then.
Then comes the process of turning a house full of boxes into a home. Christina likened it to one of those sliding number puzzles -- to get the study organized, we'll have to fill up the available space in the living room, then shift things back so we can work on the kitchen, etc etc. Eventually we should have those numbers lined up correctly, though. I've been thinking about how to organize the kitchen and hey, The Container Store is a fun place to surf for ideas.
I'm a bit brain-fuzzy this morning from a late night visit to the emergency room with a friend who needed a lift to Bayfront Hospital, but the time spent warming a vinyl chair gave me a chance to think about the fact that I have relatively little about which to complain: I haven't recently lost a pet, a relative, or a job, as some of my friends have done in the past week or so. I'm not exactly riding high on their misery, but it does put my own daily hassles into perspective, which is what we all need now and again.
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