What an eventful weekend.
On Friday I did my final crazy, bank/temp agency hop around the city which consists of 3 trains, 2 banks, an ATM and a trip to the 20th floor of a somehow always difficult to find building near Times Square.
Finally, it looks like all my finances, direct deposits and automatic withdrawals have been shifted to the new account. Yet another monumental task I can check off.
If I had it to do again I would have started that process before I started a job here. Working around a bank that has 2 obscure branches in all of New York City can be, shall I say, challenging. It’s done though, and with any luck I won’t have to go though that again any time soon. The pain in the butt task for this week is changing my official residency and heading over to DMV. Oh, I do not look forward to that one, Les Claypool – you feel my pain!
Saturday was a rainy mess, which actually didn’t matter to me in the slightest since Melissa and I spent the entire day assembling the massive remainder of the Ikea furniture. A friend stopped by and helped as well and by dinner time Udden, Billy and Vattaan (insert random umlaut’s here and there) were all in their new respective homes and serving various new purposes.
Particle board furniture is tough for me to buy because it is so inherently crappy, but it is cheap and now we’re down to approximately 4 or 5 boxes left unpacked, sooo, I call it a win. Even if parts of Udden somehow wound up in the trash because we couldn’t seem to discern their use. I mean seriously, who uses pressed board material in the kitchen anyway? Isn’t there something kind of icky and unsanitary about that? I can only picture it 6 months from now, particle board bowed and flaking with the absorbed remnants hundreds of meals. Old soy milk, pasta sauce, hummus, beer, etc? blech.
Icky.
The silverware is still stuffed in a plastic bag and laying on the (new) counter. I’m hoping to assemble the hanging apparatus we purchased to accommodate various other kitchen stuffs, though currently I cannot seem to find the drill, which is essential for the job.
*Sigh* Nothing about any of this has been simple but, thankfully, all of is has been worth it so… what can ya do? I’m taking the high road of hanging in there and accomplishing a little each day. With any luck we’ll be good to go in time for my birthday on Friday. (please do not buy me anything that occupies physical space, think – gift certificate!)
Sunday was by far the best day of the weekend, highlighted by a long bike ride in Prospect Park with a friend. I have to agree with many of my friends in the opinion that Prospect Park>Central Park. No tourists, no cheesy portrait/caricature artists, lots of serious cyclists and runners and even a dog friendly lake. How cool is that? In the evenings and early mornings Zoe can actually run free in certain parts of the park. While I was riding the outer loop on my fixed gear a woman pulled up next to me on a road bike and asked me some questions about it. Turns out she’s a pretty serious rider and by the end of our conversation we exchanged numbers and planned to ride together. Whoever said New Yorkers are unfriendly was living in a completely different New York than the one I moved to. There are lonely elements to the city, as there are lonely elements in life for those who strike out on their own anywhere. But I have to say that, at least thus far, I have never found a place that so quickly felt to me like home.
15 blocks away from my apartment and I may as well be in upstate:
And a very happy Jill, finally back on my bike.
call it…pointless…
I’m still rooting for the birdcage/dishrack idea. Or perhaps a Swedish-made pörtable höle!!
Where is this dog?
Zoe is chilling at home right now, resting off some recent surgery. As soon as her incision is completely healed you should see her and I running about the park!
4 very lovely girl,i hope u give me a call,or mess,or…..I be like to see u,suchi tuesday oct 07?