I am settling in quite well into my new pad. I am really falling in love with it's old charm, though it's lack of outlets is a bit frustrating to say the least.
I officially moved in last Saturday and have been sifting through all my junk ever since. I completely forgot I had a picnic set and a feather boa (I'm almost certain I never used the two together).
The day was with the usual stresses of moving Did I pack everything? Where did I pack my W2s? but God threw a few monkey wrenches my way involving my ghetto car and 15 minute missing purse (which had my new apt. key and the credit card I needed to pay my moving men).
On the plus side, I scored a free, beautiful desk from my Honorary Big Sis and her husband and a couch/loveseat set from my GOP Big Wig friend. I had to pay off the movers 100 bucks in cash to make the stop to pick up the couch and loveseat, which totally sucked, but at least my new employer is reimbursing me for the move.
My movers were fast and strong. All told, they moved me out in about 2 and a half hours and it probably took about two hours for them to move me back in. Upon signing the bill, the head mover guy (about 29, tall and lots of muscle) slipped a piece of paper in my hand and said, "That's for when you come back to Lexington."
I smiled and said okay, not knowing what I was agreeing to. It was a note with his phone number.
My car started acting up as soon as I made it to Cincinnati. Well, I should say, it STOPPED acting up. I couldn't get the engine to turn both before I left Lexington and once I arrived across the river. A friend was kind enough to jump me before I left Kentucky, and since I successfully made the 80 mile trip I deduced it wasn't my alternator.
A friend of mine and I sought out, and after three trips to Auto Zone I learned A) How to use jumper cables B) How to use a ratchet set and C) How to remove/install a car battery.
Don't tell the ladies at the nail salon, they might banish me from Girlyhood forever.
Seriously, the friend who was helping me is a 28 year old man. It killed me that he had to read his car manual to see how to jump a car. Even I knew that one (red to red to red...)
He and I stood there in front of my engine with the new ratchet set, figuring out how it worked when he practically threw up his hands in frustration. I told him Move over, I'm gonna be the surgeon and you're gonna be the nurse. Just get the tools I need ready and we'll be all good.
I really got a kick out of the fact he had no idea what he was doing.
Anyway, the car is working now, and I am having a blast exploring Cincinnati in my off time.
Yesterday I sat at a park for a couple hours. It's on a cliff right above a small airport, and I got a good look at several dozen planes taking off and landing.
Life is pretty good right now, and I'm kind of holding my breath.