I’m really hoping this weekend is boring. I hope that’s not too much to ask. After the last couple of weeks, I think I deserve a day or two off.

We’re fully out of the apt. It was really anticlimactic – I cleaned the one spot Mark mentioned, I asked if he needed me to do anything else, we talked about the deposit – and that was it. Again, hard to leave a place where one has been happy, even if you’re going somewhere better. It was just a flood of memories as we walked down the stairs and out the door – made even more poignant because I know I won’t be going back to that place. When we moved out of 130 we knew that Jen was moving in, so the actual flood of emotion was delayed a bit. She’s moving out in a couple of weeks – so I’ll have to say my goodbyes again, but a year’s distance separates me from all of that, so I think I’ll be OK. Memory is a really strange thing.

Our fridge arrived yesterday morning. Jen, dedicated porch monkey that she is, camped out at the house until it arrived, then sent me a series of very funny emails regarding her porch monkey duties. God, I love my sister.

But of course not everything could go smoothly. We had to have N’s junky Jeep towed – and as soon as we started for the house, it started pouring. Nate got to the house with the towing company, only to find that we had no power. On top of that, all of our windows were open. I left my car running in the alley, took Nate’s car around front, then tore through the house – soaking wet – closing windows. The trip from the back door to the garage was enough to soak me to the skin. We got the car taken care of, then had to mop up the house. Fortunately the only things that really got wet were a couple of blankets and one book – it could’ve been much much worse. I think the most frustrating thing was the lack of power – our neighbors on all sides had power, just not us. Oh well. It’s amazing how patient you become about these things after going without power for days at a time.

Sleep update: I actually slept soundly last night! Hooray! Maybe the temptation of the interweb has more to do with my sleepless nights than I thought. Or maybe reading about Kant was enough to do me in…


N and I talked about sex last night. Might not seem outrageous being that we’re married, but it’s something I rarely talk about. Once again, that may seem strange because I’m (or I consider myself) such a sexual person. I just don’t talk about it. Anyway, we talked about the ways we’re different – and I was amused that the ways we’re different are so stereotypical for our genders. He’s a visual person – and I’m so so mental. It was just funny. We talked for a long time, which was really nice, except that I was exhausted and totally ready to pass out.

I noticed this morning that I have made my mark on the house. How’s that? Books. Everywhere. In the spare room, Great Books on a folded quilt with a pencil for a bookmark – I was sprawled there reading last night. In my “office,” an edition of Eliot right on top of the answering machine – I was thinking Prufrock for the message. In the bathroom, The Animal Family – I was carrying it around and must’ve put it down there. In the living room, among the stacks, Orlando – I paused in my cataloging to read. In the kitchen, The Western Canon – again, must’ve been carrying it around. I’m making this place MINE, one book at a time.

Oh, and for those who have asked, yes, the hole in the street is better. It’s all gone, actually, and now they’re at work making more holes further up. Good times.

a long day

The post conversion woes toil on. It’s like one issue is fixed – which then causes another one. No 45 page reports, just new changes, new systems, new things to get used to.

WE HAVE A WORKING PHONE!. No more trips to the apartment for email and message-checking. Now if cable really gets hooked up on Saturday, we’ll be set.

Couldn’t sleep last night. N wanted to go to bed at 9:30, but I dawdled for a while. Fell asleep right away, but then woke at 2 and laid awake until 2:30 before deciding that reading Harold Bloom might help. Thought about watching “The Hours” but decided I wanted something uplifting to take my mind off, well, my mind. So Harold Bloom, of course! I didn’t get much of anywhere other than frustrated. More later.

Some nice email this morning.
Felt a bit subservient yesterday – calls at work demanding that I pick something up on my way home, demands to cook dinner, demands to come to bed – then when I want to bring over a carload of stuff from the apartment since we were there anyway I get a huffy and tired response so I end up carrying out 2/3rds of the stuff by myself, still in my work clothes. I'm not your fucking slave. I'm not your fucking servant. I'm not your fucking possession. Maybe being around Sarah's friends isn't good for my relationship for an entirely different reason: I came home feeling valued and gorgeous and worth something more than as the


What a long moving weekend.

Many thanks to the following people for all their help:
Mary J, who has known us at all our houses
Nicole & Allan, who got the mattress up the stairs when it seemed nearly impossible
Chuck & Cousin Joe
Krist & Pook for beer, packing, and comic relief
Sarah, who helped us pack
Small punk neighbor Clay & his cadamite Matt
Jen, the ultimate porch monkey
Rachel, who babysat the house when we were waiting for the fridge
and of course to Joe, who was there the whole time and did so so so so much to help.

Closing went well, despite the fact that we were late. After the title co/mortgage co mix up, we decided to just go early. We went for our walk-through, then went to the title co, where we were told the closing was at 11. N and I went to breakfast, then got back at 10:20 to discover that everyone was wrong and that the closing was actually at 10. UGH. Oh well, we signed the paperwork and got everything taken care of.

The move was relatively uneventful. Lots of bodies meant lighter work. Joe, Mary, Nicole & Allan helped on Friday with moving the packed boxes and our bed. Allan and Nate had to FORCE the mattress up the stairs. Thank God for strong boys. My mom brought us lunch, and Nate’s parents stopped by in the evening. Nate’s parents it’s “not bad for a starter house.” We’re not entirely sure what they mean by that, but our theory is that we just don’t have enough marble. Jen also thought they might be referring to our lack of clay tennis courts. Sorry to disappoint. We made a run to Home Depot and Wal-Mart, then crashed for the night. I can’t remember the last time I was that exhausted.

Saturday I unpacked the kitchen and waited around for the cable guy to show up while Nate went to rescue carless Joe. The cable guy didn’t show – I really think he went to SOUTH Chicago Ave as the company said he came, knocked, rang the doorbell, then left a door tag saying he’d been there. We have a lot of doors – but there’s no note and I KNOW I would’ve heard someone knocking or ringing the bell. Now we won’t have cable til 7/26. Ugh. To add insult to injury, our phone which was to be switched on Saturday wasn’t done – it’s to be done today, I guess. We were HOPPING MAD. Rachel came over and babysat the house so Nate and Joe could pack and I could run errands – then the fridge showed up. I nearly cried with joy – after two cancelled service calls, it was almost too much to hope for that the fridge would come. 🙂 More moving in the afternoon and evening – all the big furniture is there. Chuck & Cousin Joe helped – I watched Christopher, who is totally enamored with ceiling fans. Nate & Joe rescued the neighbors’ escaped pitbull, who ended up staying with us overnight as her owners weren’t home. Chinese food for dinner, then Jen, George, and Tina stopped by. We sat out on the porch til 12:30, then we HAD to crash.

Sunday morning was really, really nice. We took the dog for a walk – I had a cup of tea – the sun was shining and the neighborhood was waking up. It hit me – this is OUR house now. This is OUR neighborhood now. This is OUR life now! Funny how a little thing like a walk with a rescued dog will bring those things home. Nate picked up Joe, then Krist & Erika came over around noon to help. Mom, Pop, & Eric brought us lunch – I felt horribly rude eating while Krist & Erika watched – but we were hungry! 😦 We got a lot done – Erika & I packed, then the boys helped unpack. We spent the greater part of the afternoon cracking up at stories so bizarre that if they weren’t coming from Krist, we simply wouldn’t believe them. The kitties arrived – they’re not really sure of their surroundings, but I’m sure they’ll be OK. The Lindens made the (long – ha) trip over for ice cream – then we crashed.

So we’re in. Lots to do still – piles and cleaning and so much work – but the house is ours. Frankly, I can’t tell you how nice it is to sit on my bum and not be walking up and down stairs.


house of winds is on moving hiatus.
(read: the cable company didn’t show and the phone company didn’t do their job)
back for more on monday, 14 july 03.


I’m just exhausted. It’s 6am and I’m wide awake – and this never happens. I’m the one that can’t be dragged out of bed until 45 minutes before I have to be somewhere, if then. I guess I’m just stressing about the move.

Sarah came over and helped us pack last night – we made lots of progress! The kitchen is all but empty, as is the bathroom and the big big closet. Most of what remains in the attic is already packed – or large enough that it doesn’t need a box. Our landing is completely full of boxes. I have to make a box raid today – I still have many of the boxes from Nicole; however many of them are just too too large for heavy things like books and paper and pots and pans.

So if we’re in such good shape, why am I stressing? I think it’s the money thing more than anything else. I know we can afford this house – we thought long and hard and budgeted to make sure of it – but now that we’re actually down to it, my stomach is doing a few flips at the thought of a lifetime of debt. And I’m sure we’ll be fine once we make it through the first couple of months – but it’s the start up that’s freaking me right now. Paying for the truck, the fridge, the cable installation, the paint or wallpaper. Refilling our now nearly empty fridge and freezer (aftermath of the storm more than anything). Homeowners, how do you get over this? Do you just grit your teeth and know you’ll make it through?

Ah well. I should be using this time to get more packing done.

P.S. Yesterday was my 200th entry. Just thought I’d share.


We’re making a second offer on this house tomorrow. My stomach is all in knots, afraid that they’ll sell it to the couple that’s looking at it today. We so want this house.

Today has been excruciatingly boring. I really thought I was going to fall asleep at my desk. I have 7 minutes left – it’s still a possibility.

Sometimes I wish I could write consistently themed or consistently clever entries. I wish my entries were more coherent and not just about anything and everything. But maybe that’s why people read here.


Public Service Announcements #3 and 4:
The word is YOUR, not “yo’.”
The word is CHECKING, not “checkin’.”
As in “I need your checking account number.”

Day one of new hours has been marvelous. I went home on my lunch break, warmed up meal #3 from Saturday’s dinner, and ate on the porch while reading my book. It was soooooo nice. One bad thing is that I can’t take my 15 minutes paid and my hour unpaid at the same time – but that also means I get a smaller break during the day – which isn’t so bad.

We went to Erich & Amy’s on Sunday to look at the house. They’re really eager to sell to us – unfortunately we’re not going to go for it. 😦 The house is really nice – they’ve done even more work since the last time we were there – but it’s not what we want and we just can’t afford a $110,000.00 favor. In the interim, however, I talked to a few people and might have a friend-of-a-friend who is interested. I figure that if we can’t help them out by buying the house ourselves, we might as well pimp it out to other friends who are looking! It’s a great house and I know they’ll sell it quickly – I just hope they can do so and still make enough off of it to pay their bills and get a good start in Indianapolis. We’re going to miss them.

Kate’s site is back up – hooray! And Newman got a kitten and Sarah and Hannah got a house. And Missy is graduating and Eva is getting married. Lots of big things going on. It makes my head hurt! Right now I’m concentrating on one more hour of work, then dinner with N, Eva, Cath, and Jen. Then nap. Maybe.


soooooooooo bored. Why doesn’t anyone update on Saturdays? Oh yeah, cos I’m the only one stuck at work.

Game night was a bust. No one showed. We cleaned the house and made all this soup – and no one showed. I didn’t expect a huge turn out – lots of people had other plans – but no one? Ugh. And by the time it was apparent that no one was coming, it was really too late to go do anything. Tonight should be better, though. I’m going out with Eva for her bachelorette party – which isn’t so much of a party as it is a date for the two of us. We’re going to dinner at Basil Cafe, then to see Chicago. With any luck.

This summer I’ve got to make a real commitment to losing weight. I’m not one of those girls who constantly obsesses about her weight – but I’m self conscious and want to be able to wear better clothes and not feel so icky. The problem is that I’m lazy – and I like good food. Doesn’t bode well. I felt and looked so great last summer. Weight was melting off of me (well, not THAT much) – but then I had the giant crush of wedding stress to help out. I think I need to set small and realistic goals – and find some non-food rewards for when I meet them. Please, someone, keep me accountable!?!

Erich wants us to buy his house. I don’t know how I feel. On the one hand, it is v nice – 3 bedrooms, 2 baths (one with a giant tub!), a really nice finished basement, central AC, etc. On the other hand, they smoked in the house for years, it’s our friend’s house, it’s in Machesney Park, and it’s sooo close to N’s parents and sooo far away from my work, my friends, and everything I like to do. Oh yeah, and it’s also out of our price range. I don’t want to spend obscene amounts of money on a house we’re not in love with. Hell, I’m reluctant to spend moderate amounts of money on things we ARE in love with. I’m not being unreasonable, am I?