even though they said they'd come after 10am, the fridge guys called early this morning to say they'd be there around 9:15 (we weren't getting the keys til 9am, at another location). sent some emails and sorted out a later arrival.
then the electric wasn't turned on when we arrived at the unit, even though i spoke to our retailer yesterday and they assured us it'd be on. that took a 30 minute phone call to get sorted.
by midday, we realized the place wasn't getting any warmer, and determined there's an error code on the thermostat. we reached out to the property manager, who jumped on it, but the repair place called and said earliest they had was wedensday. a follow up email and phone call to the property went unacknowledged, so we still don't have heat. there's split systems that run on electric in the bedrooms upstairs, and we went out and bought a space heater, so we'll get by but just annoying.
at least the rental furniture delivery went smoothly and the place is really nice. anyway, your standard moving day malarkey abound. happy to be here regardless.
fuck, it is fresh in here rn. coming downstairs to make a coffee in the morning is going to be brutal, might just head straight to the closest cafe instead of the kitchen.
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
Last edited by tragabigzanda on Tue January 13, 2026 6:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I have had to fight the urge on numerous occasions in this thread to correct spike's language/wordage. But I'll leave it alone as I appreciate this is spike's little piece of down home USA.
spike wrote:we moved into our long term rental today.
even though they said they'd come after 10am, the fridge guys called early this morning to say they'd be there around 9:15 (we weren't getting the keys til 9am, at another location). sent some emails and sorted out a later arrival.
then the electric wasn't turned on when we arrived at the unit, even though i spoke to our retailer yesterday and they assured us it'd be on. that took a 30 minute phone call to get sorted.
by midday, we realized the place wasn't getting any warmer, and determined there's an error code on the thermostat. we reached out to the property manager, who jumped on it, but the repair place called and said earliest they had was wedensday. a follow up email and phone call to the property went unacknowledged, so we still don't have heat. there's split systems that run on electric in the bedrooms upstairs, and we went out and bought a space heater, so we'll get by but just annoying.
at least the rental furniture delivery went smoothly and the place is really nice. anyway, your standard moving day malarkey abound. happy to be here regardless.
Jfc has there ever been a more boring post on this website?
Also you refer to temperature in celsius now? A very sincere fuck you.
