Non-Closing Day
Tuesday, August 28 2007
24:10
Drove up to the new place this morning, to look at the bathroom mirror which they'd installed. Got there, called the office as suggested, no answer. Left a message – I'm downstairs, please call me back. Waited for five minutes, then walked down to Market, and to Starbucks for some coffee and breakfast. Sat on the sidewalk – nice and warm in the sun, too bright so I was squinting the whole time. Watched the people coming and going. Went back up to the condo, it was about 30 minutes since I first called. Called again, got an answer. Oh, you're downstairs? we'll be right down. Louise took me up to my place – the floor was half ripped-up, a good sign actually, though there were no workers around, must have been at lunch. The mirror is absolutely fine as it is. I voiced my concerns to Louise about the last minute change – the story is, the installation of mine was delayed just past the point where their outside lift was gone, so they tried to bring it up in the elevators, but it wouldn't fit. And they broke it in the process. So, they went with a three-piece instead. Well, OK then.
Work was work, nothing too exciting there.
Home to some email, and reading of course journals recently posted. It's always great to get other peoples' take on the events, and a journal, even if edited/filtered for online presentation, gives a different perspective than what they would have describing things directly afterwards. Both are good.
music: David Bowie - Low; Mission of Burma - vs; random stuff including Yeah Yeah Yeahs' "Y Control" which is just a joy to the ears; Public Image Ltd – s/t (such a mixed thing this album, the title track is pure goodness, the three-over-four guitar part so simple, but all that it needs to be).
P.S. Was sleepy when I went to bed at 12 last night, but couldn't fall asleep until around 1. Then, woke up at 5:30 this morning. Only half-slept from then until 9.
24:10
Drove up to the new place this morning, to look at the bathroom mirror which they'd installed. Got there, called the office as suggested, no answer. Left a message – I'm downstairs, please call me back. Waited for five minutes, then walked down to Market, and to Starbucks for some coffee and breakfast. Sat on the sidewalk – nice and warm in the sun, too bright so I was squinting the whole time. Watched the people coming and going. Went back up to the condo, it was about 30 minutes since I first called. Called again, got an answer. Oh, you're downstairs? we'll be right down. Louise took me up to my place – the floor was half ripped-up, a good sign actually, though there were no workers around, must have been at lunch. The mirror is absolutely fine as it is. I voiced my concerns to Louise about the last minute change – the story is, the installation of mine was delayed just past the point where their outside lift was gone, so they tried to bring it up in the elevators, but it wouldn't fit. And they broke it in the process. So, they went with a three-piece instead. Well, OK then.
Work was work, nothing too exciting there.
Home to some email, and reading of course journals recently posted. It's always great to get other peoples' take on the events, and a journal, even if edited/filtered for online presentation, gives a different perspective than what they would have describing things directly afterwards. Both are good.
music: David Bowie - Low; Mission of Burma - vs; random stuff including Yeah Yeah Yeahs' "Y Control" which is just a joy to the ears; Public Image Ltd – s/t (such a mixed thing this album, the title track is pure goodness, the three-over-four guitar part so simple, but all that it needs to be).
P.S. Was sleepy when I went to bed at 12 last night, but couldn't fall asleep until around 1. Then, woke up at 5:30 this morning. Only half-slept from then until 9.
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