Meta blog: Changing Time Zones (+ bonus planning update)

I’ve had a fetish for making sure that I’ve posted something to the blog every day. Every day, up until this point has been demarcated by the passage of midnight eastern local time. Whenever I was on the west coast this caused me great consternation since I had to get my post done by 9 PM instead of midnight.

(Ok, you’re allowed to call it a touch OCD if you want)

This is now different. (Not the OCD part though)

The blog is now on pacific time: GMT-8 (or GMT-7 for daylight time).

Mind you, this post satisfies the requirements of either time zone.  Razz

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Needless to say, I’m in Washington state as I’m writing this. I’m around three hours outside of Seattle.

Here’s the plan:

  • 10:00 – Check in and load the storage locker
  • 12:00 – Drop off trailer
  • 1:00 – Check into apartment and unload my car into that
  • 3:30 – Storage again to get some stuff I want with me
  • 4:30 – Back at apartment to re-unload my car
  • 7:30 9:00 – Leave for airport
Reunited at last!

Frustration

More later… but suffice to say that when I ask “Do you need W2s for the pre-approval?” you would say “yes” if you in fact need them.

Not wait until I’m on the fucking road to ask when everything is packed.

Idiots.

A bigger, better post later…

Road report – Day 1

It was odd leaving Solon for the last time. This waste last time that I’m pulling out of my home in Ohio.

It is more than strange.

The four sleepless hours of “sleep” didn’t help change the surreal atmosphere.

The car and trailer were packed the night before. I woke up earlier than expected when Ennie got up to continue cleaning. Not knowing how the car/trailer combo was keeping me up. I had originally wanted to start my trip around 9 in the morning just after morning rush hour, but looking at the clock showing 6 changed my mind.

A bit after 7 I pulled out of the driveway for the last time.

Traffic outside Cleveland wasn’t bad at all. The first issue I ran into was a torrential downpour and thunderstorm south of Toledo. Visibility was cut to no more than 50 feet. Traffic , which would be normally slowing at 75-80 mph on I-80 was going 30.

Thankfully that passed. It was only really bad for around 10 minutes.

Somewhere in Indiana I saw an odd convoy.

Normally an oversize truck just has markings staying oversized. If it’s even bigger you’ll have a tender truck up front. Bigger still would have a tender behind it.

This truck was hauling something big. On the back of the flatbed was was a nondescript cube covered in black fabric. It was perhaps 30-feet on a side.

That wasn’t the intestine thing though.

Behind the front tender truck were three police cars lights flashing. Another three were behind the cube.

Whoever sent that cube down the road didn’t want anyone fucking with it.

Nuclear? Aliens? Prisoners? Who knows?

Chicago was the standard hassle with toll booths every 30 yards. Mix in a traffic jam at noon and you get the whole experience.

One past that it was smooth sailing past Menomonie (yeah, go ahead and say it) all the was to a suburb of Minneapolis.

Leaving…

Last stages of packing… Tailer is packed. Consolidating the AV gear. Need to pack clothes for 45 days of corp housing…

Leaving tomorrow at around 9.

I heard a saying a few days ago on poly weekly: life rewards those who take the path of maximum courage.

I like it. I hope it doesn’t make me sound smug since that’s not what I’m intending… But none the less.

Time is short

As I write this I’m at T minus 32 hours until lift-off. (give or take)

Oy.

Pack the iMac, laptops and camera gear. Load those into the car. Hitch the car and trailer… Most of the trailer is loaded thankfully. (Though I think I want to balance the load a bit more)

Need to get stuff out of the attic since the movers won’t do that.

Oh, and buy a lock for the trailer too.

Back to packing.

U-Haul Fail

I needed to pick up a trailer to move a bunch of my stuff to Seattle.

The prerequisite for this, of course, is a hitch,

No problem, right? Just order up an installed hitch from U-Haul, right?

So I ordered a hitch around two weeks ago. I scheduled it to be installed on Wednesday the 2nd. First off I got a call to see is they could install it on Saturday instead. I, thankfully, opted to keep the original date.

I showed up at the appointed hour on Wednesday and the car was on the ramp.

An hour later they told me they couldn’t install it. There was the need to drill into the car and uhaul doesn’t do that. It would be nicer if they told me that up front and not let me order and pay for the installation online, right?

After another half hour of them trying to get the charge reversed, I was referred to JTI down the street.

Best thing ever.

Now I was with professionals!!

Two hours later and things were working great!

And in the end I’m happy to support a local business. A business that really knows what they are doing not just people that bolt stuff on, but folks that really know what they are doing!

JTI: if you ever need a trailer or hitch, give then a call!

Packing

Sorry. Short post. Packing. Packing. Packing.

The house is just about ready to move.

Picking up the trailer tomorrow for the reloading supplies.

BTW: U-Haul fail… They couldn’t install the hitch. Had to find another place to do it.

More later.

Friends

Today I met up with a hella lot of good friends.

It’s reassuring to know that people out there support what I / we are doing. I know that they do, but it’s good to get the reassurance and feedback sometime.

I met a lot of people at Insurance.com through its various iterations. And growing up. And Rocky. They all blend to be not a homogeneous mass, but more of a rocky road. Everyone brings something else to the table.

Smile

Everything is appreciated. Really.

Thanks guys!

Teardown… the house. :-/

Yeah. I have to apologize about breaking form and not having good posts lately. The rapidity that this move has is blowing my mind.

Normally, when you’re moving, you have time to prep both mentally and house-wise. In this case we had neither.

The deck is complete.

The basement looks non-crappy.

The office is packable.

The guest room and bedroom are presentable.

I’m getting a hitch installed on my car tomorrow and the trailer (tiny trailer actually) is reserved to be picked up on Friday. (Nearly forgot to reserve a trailer! That would have been a fail!)

Good thing too. Someone is going to look at our house on Thursday. (!) It’s not even really on the market yet.

Loan pre-approval process started… since we might make an offer on a house later this week.

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If you think that this post looks fragmented, well, it is. That’s how my brain looks too.

Pronouns, Adverbs, Places

Sitting at the Seattle airport talking to Ennie we encountered an odd problem: words.

Not just the typical pronouns that come up like “him” and “her,” then there are words you don’t think about too much. Words like “here” and “there,” and even “home.” A pronoun is a word that replaces a noun phrase; an adverb provides description.

If you look up “home” in the dictionary, it’s a noun. And so it seems it is. Or is it? Normally you don’t think of the word “home” being an adverb or a pronoun, but I think it is in some cases. It’s a pronoun that, oddly, varies by person but is static enough that the concept is treated as fixed. In the end, after all, a pronoun is a simple representation of a concept or person. It normally should have an antecedent, and in this case it is firmly implied by the speaker.

When talking about moving, these words start to have ambiguous meanings.

Ennie used “leaving here,” it was hard to tell if she was talking about leaving Seattle, or leaving home.

Home, right now as I write this refers to the phrase “where I live in Solon, Ohio.” But it’s fluid in that in two weeks it won’t mean that any more.

Interestingly, this came up when I was growing up as well. When my mom talked about home, it was as likely to mean where I lived as it was to mean where she grew up in Transylvania.

This is a case where the language works, for the most part, well enough. But sometimes the implied antecedents start to change and shift under the words themselves. When it does it causes me to pause.

In that pause the reality starts to set in even more.

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Ok, so the grammarians among you might object to me recasting a noun as an pronoun… so what. Razz The way I look at it is that some nouns are placeholders for a concept that is more fluid and less concrete.