Thursday, 22 November 2007

Gearing up for that white Christmas

Finally a real snowfall! It's not 3 feet, but it's a start.

This morning I thought I'd walk Carrie to work, just to get some exercise before my gruelling <cough> day of work. I got a nice unflattering shot of the Lester B. Pearson Building where she works on the top floor. These buildings are highly secure; I got in a few weeks ago by flashing my driver's license. Okay, Carrie's presence may have helped but I expected more.



Some scenery at some bridge somewhere along the way. Ahhh... looks like real winter; no green to be seen.... just white and grey and a few shades in between.



What else is new? I found a filing cabinet and an Ikea bed frame for fairly cheap on craigslist and kijiji; then I got the prices down by a third and borrowed a friend and his trailer on Saturday to pick the stuff up. It's a bartering first for me; usually I pay full price, with the temptation to pay more just so the seller won't think I'm a cheapo.

The filing cabinet is nice and big. I'll have to quit getting electronic statements just so I can fill this thing up. Alternatively I could be a little less city and a little more redneck... use it for firewood or booze. Or both. We shall see.



It isn't easy buying big stuff. First you have to find--or choose--something you like (I found 3 candidate filing cabinets and suddenly had to choose without driving all over the countryside). Then you have to ship it somehow; I don't have roof racks on the car, but even if I did I'd subject the car roof only to certain things, like air and maybe a snowboard. Oh to have a decrepit car again...

On the upside, anyone deciding to stay overnight has now been upgraded from classy cardboard on the floor to a real bed. You're welcome. If you don't like Ikea, well I still have the cardboard.

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

The tour



You'd better study the above diagram or I'll lose you on this most glorious of tours. Notice that there are seven different levels in the place. So basically we're renting a giant StairMaster (if you don't know what that is, c'mon over!... just bring your workout clothes). Stairs in and of themselves aren't a big deal; on the upside, if my cellphone rings upstairs and I'm in the kitchen I'll hear it because everything is so open (stair steps have no backs); on the downside I have to climb half a dozen flights of stairs so I can reach my phone just in time to hear the caller politely hang up after too many rings. Admittedly, a flight can be anywhere from 3 to 11 steps.

Sooo... we step in the door by the carport.


View of the entrance area from one level up. There is a small bathroom on the entrance level (to the left in the picture). Upon entering, if one continues straight one goes to the basement where there is an extra room, the laundry room, and a crawlspace (none of which was picture-worthy).


Next is the dining room. We finally have space for a bigger table, so we're keeping our eyes open. Things look a little bare -- we haven't spent much time hanging things yet.
   

The kitchen is a step up from that in our Toronto place. You don't know how cool it is to have two kitchen sinks until you've had to put up with only one! We brought our own microwave but this one's nicer. And although I've never had a dishwasher, now that we do it's just magical how stuff can be crammed into it to make the kitchen look spotless... now to find a way to make it start itself... and unload itself. And the fridge -- well, it's finally big enough store more yogurt than I could possibly eat. Oh, and other food and stuff.
      

Accessible from the kitchen, there is a small landing outside with steps leading down to the backyard. We haven't even touched that yet, so it's a bit of a mess.


Up the stairs to the living room. With 10-foot ceilings and an open design to the levels above and below, it feels rather spacious indeed. The glass on the south-facing wall is almost full-width, providing plenty of sunlight. Those quasi-curtains came with the place so I hung them very professionally... with speaker wire. I know, awesome huh. The sliding doors lead out to a 10'x16' nice new wooden deck (which at the moment has no sides) that will provide a great spot to enjoy a cold beverage on a hot day (pretty safe to assume it won't be this year). But back inside. We'll have to buy (ugh! maybe I'll use the landing from the backyard first) some wood for the fireplace since those days are almost upon us. It has yet to be determined whether it will save on our heating bill or be merely for the gezelligheid. Note the puppy curled up in front of the fireplace; I gave Carrie that for her birthday. The least maintenance pet ever: all he does is breathe until the batteries run out. Note also the camping chair; our T.O. place was one third the size, so we suddenly find ourselves with gaps in our furnishings. Seriously, nothing classes up one's living quarters like a no-longer-black camping chair with marshmallow smears on it.
      

One more view of the living room from the den above.


The den is the office / TV room, not much else to say. Oh, and if you notice a certain white chair that also appears in the living room, no we don't have two; I told you we're low on furniture! Oh the things I do for a blog post...
      

Up the longest stairs of them all to the bedrooms and bathroom. The reason this post took so long to materialize is that I actually had to tidy up rooms before shooting them. There was no way I was going to tackle the master bedroom, since it's a disaster... new clothes, old clothes, really old clothes, clothes from last millennium even! Clothes we'd forgotten existed. Okay, so they've only been in storage for a year but they seem to have multiplied during the hiatus. So anyway, a couple of pics of the guest bedroom will have to suffice. It's obviously totally ready for occupancy, so come on over for the weekend.
   

I hope you're happy now.

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

New address

I guess I should divulge our new address before we're inundated with e-mail requests.

17 - 575 Old St. Patrick Street
Ottawa, ON
K1N 9H5

Phone numbers and e-mail address haven't changed.

Hello Ottawa

Well another town another couple of years... or maybe more. Every time we move I decide that's definitely the last time, because, well, moving is the opposite of fun. But then I find myself hauling junk around yet again. Oh well, at least we try to space our moves apart by a couple of years (usually).

I resisted renting from U-Haul this time around; I've generally been fortunate in my dealings with them, but it was just unnecessarily pricy this time. I borrowed a full-sized van and rented an enclosed 6'x10' trailer and we managed to cram pretty much everything we own into them.



Marian and Brian, my sister and brother-in-law, were kind enough to offer to help us move. Actually, they may have simply lacked foresight some time last year when they casually offered to help "the next time you move". Well, little did they know...

So they ditched their son for a night and drove with us from Vineland to Ottawa. The trip took under six hours. We got there at 1AM and got to crash in an unfurnished place. Nice for the hired help -- they had brought an air mattress and got to sleep in luxury. My master plan had been to keep our big mattress accessible to be pulled out as soon as we arrived. Just a slight problem with that: I packed the trailer so well that if I pulled out such a big item, the whole trailer would be largely unloaded in a matter of seconds... and not prettily either. So we slept on the nice new hardwood floor. If dozing in discomfort for 2.5 hours can be called sleeping.

Oh yeah, and then there was the monster at 3AM or so... the contractors (who weren't finished in the place yet) had left the air compressor plugged in. When you're about to cross into dreamland and an air compressor starts jack-hammering in the next room in an empty echo-y house... well, that one's gonna cause nightmares for many years to come. Never before have I run so fast in my sleep, heading toward some end-of-the-world noise in a dark unfamiliar house. With stairs. And loose doors leaning (and then falling) in the hallway.

Ah, the contractors. That's another story altogether. But they're finished now; we had to coexist (and refrain from properly setting up) only for a handful of days, until they leisurely finished what they were doing.

The next day we got to actually see what the area looked like. We've rented four times since getting married and every time we've made the move without having seen the destination. It's all part of the fun, I suppose. Here's a shot of part of the complex (there are just under 20 condos in the complex and they all look alike). And a shot of the view from our deck (the Peace Tower is just visible to the right of centre).



We managed to unload everything in a couple of hours. The deck isn't finished, so the absence of railings made throwing stuff up there a breeze.

Our first meal at the new place. With distinguished guests, no less.