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Apr. 22nd, 2005 12:37 pmDuring the course of late Wednesday night through early Thursday morning, I was in our new house all by myself and trying to figure out what to do. My brother Jim and his long-time girlfriend Lara stopped by and played Scrabble with me for a while, and I showed off my living room computer and all the emulator software that I can run on the TV. He was impressed; Lara was not awed, but thought it was neat. I'm so glad they came by; I've really missed them.
Anyway, after they left,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooisme still down Chicago way talking to tincrash (who I still haven't had the chance to sit down and watch Mystery Science Theater 3000 with; I hope we can remedy that situation), I organized the computer room. I got my own desk and the server desk situated and left a space for Andrea's when it comes with us on Monday along with her computer. All my hardware is looking neat and organized; we'll see how long that lasts.
Having finished that, I sat down and sorted out computer screws. I've got a large number of them that I just kept all in the same little drawer and had to pick through to fish out the right ones everytime I did anything with my computers. So, with all my old computers sitting right there with me, I opened one up to have access to a few differently threaded holes, and began determining which fit where and separating them. That should make system building and upgrading a little faster.
Not having a screwdriver immediatlely at hand with which to perform this task, I went downstairs and borrowed one from Andrea's father's tools. I took it back upstairs and, as I sat and sorted, I talked to him for a little while. I told how grateful I was for him leading me to her, and how hard I am trying to be the best for her that I can. I told him that I knew he'd probably make fun of my hair and that that's ok because he's as big a grammar snob as I am. I don't know how since I never had the chance to meet him, but just for half an hour or so I felt his presence very strongly as I sat and sorted little metal parts and rambled about my life and my mate's. I think I would really have gotten along with him.
Finally, that done, I went back downstairs, put Janis Joplin into the CD player (I can listen to music and games as loudly as I like in our new house! This is great!) and lightly dozed for a while until Andrea called to tell me she was on her way home and I could relax and know she was safe. I worry about her a lot. Maybe that's not totally normal, but she worries about me just as much I think, and I wouldn't change that. I love her too much...
She tells me that, after she got home and tried to snuggle up with me, I wouldn't let her. I have no memory of these events, but apparently she tried to lie down next to me and get me to spoon up next to her and I kept saying things like "This is not your location. I can't find you in the directory." and I wouldn't let her get too near me. I'm sorry about that my dear one; I really didn't mean to...
Finally, after an hour or two of sleep that way, the cable guy showed up to get our internet service working. While I'm very glad we have a connection at the new house now (I need to get my server over there pronto; it's on DSL at my parents house and their IP address changes much faster than mine ever did on cable and I have to keep updating the DNS records), this left us with a combined total of about three or four hours sleep for each of us. We didn't get home until about seven o' clock this morning after having stopped multiple times for sleep between the border of Indiana and the exit to M-14 off of I-94. But it's ok; finally Andrea and I were doing the drive together instead of dealing with two seperate cars, and that made it worth the hassle.
I should write more about my second interview which, amazingly, I was entirely awake and energetic for. I am fairly (like ninety-five percent) certain that I have the job. I am waiting for a call on Monday to tell me more. At that point I'll probably write more here since this entry is long enough already and I don't want to jinx anything.
In the meantime, I should go and get ready to leave for Downriver.wooisme is going down to help crazycatladymel with wedding preparations and wants me to come along.
This move is finally almost over. The relief is almost palpable.
*hugs*
Anyway, after they left,
wooisme still down Chicago way talking to tincrash (who I still haven't had the chance to sit down and watch Mystery Science Theater 3000 with; I hope we can remedy that situation), I organized the computer room. I got my own desk and the server desk situated and left a space for Andrea's when it comes with us on Monday along with her computer. All my hardware is looking neat and organized; we'll see how long that lasts.Having finished that, I sat down and sorted out computer screws. I've got a large number of them that I just kept all in the same little drawer and had to pick through to fish out the right ones everytime I did anything with my computers. So, with all my old computers sitting right there with me, I opened one up to have access to a few differently threaded holes, and began determining which fit where and separating them. That should make system building and upgrading a little faster.
Not having a screwdriver immediatlely at hand with which to perform this task, I went downstairs and borrowed one from Andrea's father's tools. I took it back upstairs and, as I sat and sorted, I talked to him for a little while. I told how grateful I was for him leading me to her, and how hard I am trying to be the best for her that I can. I told him that I knew he'd probably make fun of my hair and that that's ok because he's as big a grammar snob as I am. I don't know how since I never had the chance to meet him, but just for half an hour or so I felt his presence very strongly as I sat and sorted little metal parts and rambled about my life and my mate's. I think I would really have gotten along with him.
Finally, that done, I went back downstairs, put Janis Joplin into the CD player (I can listen to music and games as loudly as I like in our new house! This is great!) and lightly dozed for a while until Andrea called to tell me she was on her way home and I could relax and know she was safe. I worry about her a lot. Maybe that's not totally normal, but she worries about me just as much I think, and I wouldn't change that. I love her too much...
She tells me that, after she got home and tried to snuggle up with me, I wouldn't let her. I have no memory of these events, but apparently she tried to lie down next to me and get me to spoon up next to her and I kept saying things like "This is not your location. I can't find you in the directory." and I wouldn't let her get too near me. I'm sorry about that my dear one; I really didn't mean to...
Finally, after an hour or two of sleep that way, the cable guy showed up to get our internet service working. While I'm very glad we have a connection at the new house now (I need to get my server over there pronto; it's on DSL at my parents house and their IP address changes much faster than mine ever did on cable and I have to keep updating the DNS records), this left us with a combined total of about three or four hours sleep for each of us. We didn't get home until about seven o' clock this morning after having stopped multiple times for sleep between the border of Indiana and the exit to M-14 off of I-94. But it's ok; finally Andrea and I were doing the drive together instead of dealing with two seperate cars, and that made it worth the hassle.
I should write more about my second interview which, amazingly, I was entirely awake and energetic for. I am fairly (like ninety-five percent) certain that I have the job. I am waiting for a call on Monday to tell me more. At that point I'll probably write more here since this entry is long enough already and I don't want to jinx anything.
In the meantime, I should go and get ready to leave for Downriver.
wooisme is going down to help crazycatladymel with wedding preparations and wants me to come along. This move is finally almost over. The relief is almost palpable.
*hugs*
