I guess the first words Samuel Finley Morse sent by telegraph are an appropriate way to christen my new computer. After the theft earlier this month, I spent much time on the phone and online with Purchasing Power, a union benefits which enables me to buy computers through payroll deduction. (Thirty-nine payments, and this baby–and the computer I bought for Susie–will be ours free and clear.)
So, this is the first blog entry on my spankin’ brand new Hewlett Packard Pavilion dv7. The two computers (along with the various accessories and program disks) have been arriving all week, but tonight I finally cut the boxes open and set up both machines.
|My new machine.|
This afternoon, the leasing agent gave me the keys (all three of them) to our new half double on Maynard Ave. Officially, Susie and I will be in residence Saturday, although we’re going to begin moving in piecemeal during the week. (I am leaving most, if not all, of the furniture behind. One of the reasons I’m leaving Weinland Park is to get away from the two-legged pests around me. It would be counterproductive to take six-legged ones with me. Thanks to the Furniture Bank of Central Ohio, I’ll be able to start over from the ground up with new furnishings in our new place.) Susie was happy as ever when she came home this afternoon (from a Unitarian Universalist Youth Conference in Kirtland, Ohio) and walked through the house the second time. The floors smelled of fresh varnish, and all the keys worked.
Susie and I are “in exile” this week. Last Sunday afternoon, I was jumped and robbed on E. 6th Ave. while walking to Kroger, after cutting across Weinland Park Elementary School’s playground. If I wasn’t already vacating the neighborhood, I think I would be much more traumatized by the event, especially if I had the feeling that there was no escape. The kid that ran up behind me and sent me sprawling across the sidewalk didn’t cause any physical damage, other than some pulled muscles in my shins and two skinned knees. A bizarre byproduct of the mugging was that I am so grateful that I use a debit card much more often now. If this had happened anytime before this spring, I would have cashed my paycheck on payday and carried one or two weeks’ worth of wages around in cash in my wallet. So, as it was, this thug came away with $7 in cash, but I still had money available, even with payday almost a week away. So, we’ve been staying with Pat and his family until we officially move into our place in the Old North.
I spent much of this weekend working. The fall quarter started at Columbus State Community College, so I worked eight hours yesterday and four hours today. The four hours today were much more boring. I was operating at a serious sleep deficit, because Pat, his daughter, and some of his friends and I went to see Metropolis at the Grandview Theater. It was the first time I had seen Fritz Lang’s dystopian 1927 movie, and it was Fritz the Nite Owl’s September offering. The show started at 11, with the latest episodes of Aidan 5 and Metropolis-related music videos. I wasn’t in bed until nearly 4 a.m., and out of bed again a little after 7:15. I ran outside after showering and dressing, and barely made it to work on time. As Messrs. Lennon and McCartney would say, I made the bus in seconds flat.
So what was the high point of the work day? Nationwide Insurance’s world headquarters looms to the east of the Discovery Exchange, and I watched workers on a scaffold (like high-rise window-washers use) install a letter t at the top floor of One Nationwide Plaza. They’ve already installed Nationwide’s trademarks and the letters N and a. Looking out the windows facing west, I could watch the workers as they set the t in place.
Even a four-hour work day, on very little sleep, seems to drag on forever. It was a little more bearable because there were two overflowing carts loaded with returned books, so I disappeared into the shelves and put the books back where they belonged. I was a little disappointed that I wasn’t at church, but this is the only Sunday of the quarter that the bookstore is open, and every little bit of extra cash comes in handy. It was both a blessing and a curse that I had something to look forward to–Susie’s return from the conference, and getting the keys to our new abode.
Amazing that I’m able to hit the right keys, and so post a blog entry that looks like passable English. I am still learning this keyboard–it doesn’t quite feel right to me yet, although I know I am going to spend many quality hours with it in time to come (especially if I make another quixotic attempt at National Novel Writing Month come November). Add to that the fact that I am quite exhausted, and I’m surprised this post doesn’t resemble a spilled type tray.
Another milestone of the weekend: I made a pot of chicken soup for dinner tonight, a very generous portion that served all six of us, with ginormous portions left over. Tanya walked me through the procedure step by step, and I ate two whole bowls of it, and everyone was sated. I received a lot of compliments. Next week, I’m learning split pea soup.