Submitted by megan on Fri, 07/18/2008 - 17:24
I'm pretty sure the people at Staples think I'm an asshole. I've called them so many times to "just check in" on the status of my computer that I was a little afraid they'd done the techie version of spitting in my soup.
But no, when I called this morning to find out if it had actually gone out yesterday, because maybe I wanted it back so that I didn't have to rely on the so-last-decade telephone to communicate with my far-flung lover, the nice man who answered the phone, who thankfully wasn't the Emily who'd been aurally frustrated with me the day before, went looking for it and all he found was a note:
SEND OUT ASAP
It's quite possible that Emily meant me, but one can hardly blame her for that.
It could take 1 week, it could take 1 month. Until my comuter gets to where it's going, nobody knows how long for sure.
Last night, on the telephone, CT groaned when I told him it was a Sony. Apparently, Sony works on the slow side. So it seems likely that by the time I get my beloved lato back, I will have counted down and gone past the things that I am counting.
The move is going well, I would say. Yes, my apartment is a fucking disaster, and yes, I find it unsettling, and yes, I'm far more irritable about things in general than I normally am. But my packing is well on the way to being finished. It will take 9 days for the tin backsplash to make it to my new address, so I've got ORDER TIN written on next Wednesday and circled. I've got 18 paint chips. I've got 2 moving committees organized. We've signed the mortgage, in duplicate. The insurance is nearly in place after getting 3 quotes.
The ducks, they are waddling into a neat row.
10 days after I move, 3 weeks tomorrow, CT will be touching down in Ottawa at 8 pm. Besides the hotza, I'm really excited to be hosting someone who's not from here.
Since he booked the tickets, I've had new eyes for my city. The big things I want to show him because they're beautiful and everyone knows it - looking up the canal from the Corktown Bridge. The things I love because not many people think to look - the view of the Hintonburg church spire from Empress during a red sunset.
I'm envisioning meandering walks through the streets I love, maybe a couple of shows. Dinner at the Manx, drinks at the Aloha, brunch at my favourite neighbourhood spot.
And the hot hotza.
Suddenly 9 days seems very short.