June 20, 2007

Hacksaw, Please!

I'm here. I'm alive. I'm not unpacked. I'm swamped. You know how it goes.

I'm still in love with Prettytown. No matter how many local officials I talk to, this still seems a bit like Norman Rockwell Nirvanaland, and I'm good with that.

We've only had two problems since arriving, and both involve us not being able to access our crap. First, on Thursday night, we arrived at the new house without the padlock key for our U-Haul, a situation that was easily fixed with some bolt-cutters.

But now we've got a bigger impediment keeping us from our crap, which still fills our two-car garage. Last night, the garage door opener died. With the door down.

Have I mentioned that, when they built our garage, the only opening they put in it was the actual big garage door? No windows. No human-sized door. Just the two-car monster door, which is now stuck in the down position, holding all but one pair of my shoes and all of my art and music books hostage.

Anyone got a hacksaw that'll cut through bricks? Or perhaps a large ax? It seems the bolt cutters won't do us much good in this situation.

I'm not freaking about this too much. It'll get fixed. Somehow. I'm still just too damn happy to be in this house and town, and away from the crap-filled nightmare street.

There's really not much else to tell. I want to write in detail about the old neighborhood, now that I'm not there anymore and and give away identifying details. But there's unpacking to do, a door to jimmy, job-training to finish, parents to occupy, Stag Beer to drink, a new White Stripes album to hear. You know how it goes.

Posted by Robin at 09:28 AM | Comments (8)