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The last month has been a bit of a whirlwind - we decided to look into a local move shortly before the end of February; I decided that I was uncomfortable with the idea of moving to a new job with the economy sending everyone running for cover like it has, and the failback was a nonoptional “get the hell out of this tiny little box” move.
It turns out that the local base housing got opened up for civilian use, including contractors like me. For about $400 more than we were paying at SunBay, we’re able to afford a place twice the size! It’s a duplex, with the other unit damaged and unlikely to see use in the near future, and it’s built to military spec, so it’s so solid a couple doors actually do stop sound.
We started moving in on the 7th or so, and the last three weeks have been a whirlwind of bureaucracy and physical labor. We finished moving out of the old place on the 22nd, and this weekend has been the first real swing at emptying the mad squad of boxes we have here.
We now have an office, about 40% less boxes in the front room, and by the end of the night, we’ll have a floor in the bedroom.
I’ve been occupied digging around in all the books we’ve freed up; getting familiar with the basics of Savage Worlds for Eloria, recollecting a bit of Changeling, and reading In Nomine again. We have a lot of books. They should keep us occupied for a good long time.
Work has gotten interesting as well. An 18 month clock has started, roughly, and we’ll have to rearchitect everything in 6 and move everyong off the old system in the 12 months following. It’s likely to be exciting times. Here’s hoping.
Becky’s sorting through all her old clothes boxes, the ones that were in storage. She keeps wandering in here in this and that - cloaks and whatnot. She’s having a lot of fun.

(crossposted from The Dream Library)
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Had a good day today. Debbie, Becky’s best friend, organized a mob to go to the Exploratorium. Becky couldn’t go, but I did. I drove up and got on BART at Fremont, and rode to the Montague stop.

At about this point, I read the instructions on the last step of the trip, and noticed that it was directing me onto a bus to get from Market and 2nd to the Exploratorium… and a particularly damaged part of my brain piped up with ‘Screw that, you don’t have the exact change for the bus. Walk it!’.

By the time I realized how bad an idea this was, I was halfway across town, having walked up to Van Ness on my way to Lombard. My Blackberry gave me directions that would’ve made perfect sense if I was a car, and I followed them to a T. It was about 3 miles as the moron meanders. I’m done walking for a while.

The Exploratorium is awesome as always, and I continue to recommend the Tactile Dome to all and sundry if you can remember to reserve it. This is the part that made the whole day worth it.

On the drive back, I was starting to hurt from the long walk, and wasn’t paying close enough attention; as I got onto 1, I noticed I was doing almost 90. I slowed down, and thought ‘damn, I deserved a ticket for that one.’

So a CHiPpie gave me one. Very obliging. Guess I get to go plan for traffic school sometime soon.

(crossposted from The Dream Library)

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