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The phone works. The mailbox works. The dsl--big sigh of relief--works. First on my list: get this new phone number on the do-not-call list. Victoria and I were trying to watch Bride and Prejudice tonight and we were interrupted three times by telemarketers. We were also interrupted twice by costume changes, since she likes to dress according to what we're viewing.

I don't have a place to put my computer. It takes the entire dining room table, which is the only surface in the house set at a reasonable distance from the floor for such an endeavor. I would like to acquire a desk. Let's see how far I get proposing this to Mr. Minimalist.

Here's what the house is like: a hotel. The kind of hotel that doesn't have a desk in the room. Hotel art on the walls, neutral colors everywhere, complete lack of task lighting. There are two bedrooms upstairs, each with a bathroom. When we moved in, there was a giant "gift basket" with most of the day-to-day things you'd need: towels, dishes, sheets, pillows. So bringing nothing but our clothes worked out ok. +1 in the Brian column. If we wanted to buy something, the location could not be better. Everywhere in all directions, retail. It's insane.

...but of course, we do not want to buy something. For someone who does not want to buy anything, I am certainly burning a trail through the coffers. Ballet shoes, groceries, gas, concert tickets--oh yeah, we are going to the world premiere of Barbie at the Symphony, which promises to be just like music, only pinker.

More soon.

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whimmydiddle
Jan. 18th, 2007 06:24 am (UTC)
Ballet shoes, gas, groceries, concert tickets... surely you can sneak in a crummy little desk?
koralleen
Jan. 19th, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
(B enters house, gasps, points)
B: (weakly) What is that?
K: It is a desk.
B: A hulking behemoth, a colossal...
K: (interrupting) No, just a desk. It supports my computer at a reasonable height to facilitate use.
B: Nonsense. It obscures precious cubic feet of nothingness. It squats over what was once a soothingly beige expanse of wall-to-wall-- (Recovers, tries to sound helpful) It could stay in the garage.
K: It's freezing in the garage.
B: You could bring it in when you wanted to use the computer. (Actually believes this is reasonable)
K: No, it is a piece of indoor furniture and it is staying in the house.
B: (Unrecovers, staggers briefly and crumples) Aagh, stuff, stuff ... (expires)
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K: (Seated, reclining slightly) Man, that insurance money sure came in handy when I neededdesired a sweet, sweet chair.
B: (rolls in grave)
efbq
Jan. 18th, 2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
Well, glad you're getting acclimated.

Renting furnished must be extremely bizarre... I hope you manage to make it feel more like a home.
koralleen
Jan. 19th, 2007 03:44 am (UTC)
It is weird. I'm not used to being home all day, either. The whole thing feels floaty.
dragonfly1867
Jan. 18th, 2007 05:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, the do-not-call list. For the first week here, it was awful. I had forgotten how much they do actually call.
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