You may have noticed things being a bit quiet round here lately.
The hassles surrounding the challenge of finding a new flat to move into, and then moving into it, have rendered my feeble constitution utterly incapable of multi-tasking. Achieving any other goals at all, with the increasingly urgent task of lugging half a tonne of accumulated crap across London looming over me, has been simply impossible.
The worst of it’s done though. We’re moved, the new place is nice, and it’ll probably only take a couple of evenings before we’ve unpacked enough to be able to see what our new living room floor looks like.
It’ll take a bit longer, though, before we can get our broadband installed again.
There are temporary workarounds to this, I suppose.
I tried using an O2 USB dongle to get myself online with limited expensive bandwidth, as a temporary measure. But after half an hour on the phone to technical support failing to get it to work, it just seems like more hassle than it’s worth.
I could get some kind of phone which would let me do various internettish things in places where I can’t be sitting in front of a networked computer. But I don’t really know what I want from one of those, and I’m not convinced I’d find enough use for it to justify the expense once my regular internet is hooked up again.
So, I’m going to try living off the grid for a while.
It’s not like I’ve got a shortage of things to do at home. I’ve got a few proper blog entries planned for when I’m back, some of which I can make some progress on without needing to do much online research. My NaNoWriMo attempt ground to a halt at about half-way, and I feel like extending my deadline on that and seeing if I can get it finished before the end of the year.
And then there’s the unpacking. The relentless, interminable unpacking. And then the throwing away of useless shit. All this will keep me busy.
And I can get online from work as much as I really need to, to keep up with important things, emails and such. (And writing and posting this.) I’m not going to even try staying up-to-date with Twitter, though, so we’ll see how well that particular cold turkey goes. (And if anything exciting kicks off there, someone make sure you blog about it too so I can catch up later.)
I’ll be back soon. Not sure exactly when, but hopefully by the time you next hear from me I’ll own a chair and there’ll be some things in our fridge.
I’ll keep you posted.
Also, Leslie Nielsen died. Sadface.
Ah, I see where you went wrong: you need to throw away the useless shit before you move, not after.
Just had a chuckle to myself because I accidentally typed ‘God luck’. Freudian slip :)
And, as if we couldn’t be more opposite than we already are, I have to confess that I love moving house.
Good for you, keeping on with NaNoWriMo; it’s too late now but you should try the Poetic Asides November Poem A Day challenge; the few poems of yours that I have read are rather good.
Good luck in your new home.
Hello.
You should know that I was so piney I came and read your blog.
Fuck you for mattering so much.
xxx