Called DirecTV today to move our service here. It’s free, which is nice. There’s a dish on the house now, but it’s not a triple-LNB, so we can’t record one show while we watch another. That won’t do.
As usual with DirecTV, I was speaking with a human in a matter of moments, and it was simple. Then he says, "The soonest I can get someone there is December 6."
I had to think about that. "That’s tomorrow."
"Yes."
"That’ll be fine."
"Do you want him to come between 8:00 and noon or noon and 4:00?"
That’s the kind of service I like.
I forgot to share this. (Share this with the grand total of two people who read this blog.) The day the gas people turned on the gas, the water people turned off the water. Turns out the landlord gave us the wrong info about having it put in our name.
I was mad. I finally had hot water, but without the water.
I went outside. To the front of the house. Walked back and forth. Saw the sewer manhole (personhole) cover. Then I saw it: the little manhole (personhole) that said "Water."
It was loose. And light. I took it off and saw the valve inside. Turned it left ("lefty-loosy"). Went back into the house. Water was now on.
Five minutes later The Wife calls to say that the water people would be coming in the next day or so to turn it back on. Whatever. Let them wonder.
So it’s supposed to snow today. In fact, it already is snowing in Richmond, but we technically live in Short Pump where it’s cloudy and precip-free.
Still, you gotta wonder about the Short Pump mall ("The Shoppes at Short Pump"?). It’s outdoors. Snow has got to make it an annoying place to shop (or shoppe). Don’t think I’m gonna find out.
The Boy’s school is near the Stony Point mall ("Stoney Pointe Fashion Parke"), which has a Restoration Hardware. That might be worth a trip; it’s indoors.
Luckily I made sure to take my snow shovels and know where the movers put them. I am ready. Bring. It. On.
(Just kidding. Only an idiot would taunt someone like that.)
Speed limits are voluntary. Lane changes are mandatory and random. Got it. Just like New York.
The move is done. Well, mostly. Rather, the movers have placed our belongings in the house. Boxes still need to be unpacked. Decisions still need to be made: Cabinet here or here? Which drawer for silverware? Is the TV too close to the fireplace?
Note: Virginia Varsity Transit. Great movers. Call them if you need them.
Garbage got picked up again, so there’s a trend. Downside: They will only pick up what fits in the can. In Roanoke they’d take whatever fit by the side of the road. But it’s amazing what you can fit in a can if you try hard enough.
More unpacking to do. Tables to move. Cables to extend. Things to plug in.
