Eastside Hippie

We’re heading over to the new house shortly to do the final walk through. Hopefully tomorrow we will sign the loan paperwork and take possession on Friday. We have so much to do in the next few days: transferring the utilities to our name, ordering Internet, packing up the last of our stuff, arranging help from friends to move us over, cleaning the apartment…

This has already been one of the busiest weeks for me (between school, the research study, and volunteering) and for Carl (work work and more work). I’m glad we have the energy to do this.

So this Friday, I am going to help count the homeless from 2am-5:30am for the One Night Count.

http://www.homelessinfo.org/onc.html

I think it’s going to be an emotional night for me.

Empty pantry

1 of 3 boxes of spices

Dishes/cookware for the next 2-3 weeks

What’s left of the spice cabinet

When I ran Ronan outside this morning, I noticed a bunch of trash in my bicycle basket again. *grumbles*

We had a conversation with our landlord letting him know we are moving out. We are giving him the official letter tomorrow.

Then we went to get in the car to run a few errands when we discovered someone had gotten in and stolen some stuff. Apparently we left it unlocked last night (whoops) and someone walking by discovered that. They stole Carl’s really nice rain jacket, my ancient cell phone which no longer works, the vehicle registration and the insurance card. Lovely. So I just called the police (non-emergency line) to give them the details and got a case number in case the DOL gives us crap about getting a $5 copy of the registration.

It could have been worse…we’ve seen plenty of broken glass on the streets of Capitol Hill and we are thankful no one has ever smashed one of our car windows. When we had the CRX down on Melrose (next to I-5), we usually left it unlocked and had it rifled through multiple times, but never had a broken lock or window.

So tomorrow or Tuesday I need to replace the registration. I just printed out a copy of our insurance card (yay for technology). I will be so happy to move off this hill.

Sadly, our time with you is coming to an end.  For the last 5 years, we have enjoyed living near 15th Avenue, a short walk from my favorite co-op Madison Market.  We have a lot of close friends and innumerable acquaintances on the hill, a ton of memories, and many, many inside jokes.

Still, life moves on, and we have decided to move away from the Hill in search of quieter pastures.  You see, we’ve become the type of people that enjoy staying home at night, drinking our own wine and doing our own thing.  We’d much rather have friends over for dinner instead of going out clubbing or waiting for a table.  Since I’ve become a student, I really treasure having a quite place to study and honestly, I just can’t get that here.  The planes heading toward SeaTac are just too noisy most days, and the constant crowds walking by yelling and screaming are getting on my nerves.  It doesn’t help that we live in such close proximity to 4 other households (above, below, and on either side of us) not even counting the other tenants in the building or in the 2 buildings directly across from us.  I’m tired of the noise from the dump trucks, from the parties across the way, from the firetrucks, from the helicopters…well, you get the point.

We are currently buying a home in the Finn Hill neighborhood…a really nice 1/4 acre with a house large enough for us to raise a couple of kids in, room for our dog to run in the yard, and space for not only a vegetable garden, but a few chickens too.  We just can’t afford that here.  I’m sure you understand and will forgive us some day.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

This isn’t the first time this has happened with this card, but the most destructive for sure. My 16 gig memory card had some massive issues Friday night while I was taking photos of Blacky and friends in their Batman villain costumes. I lost over 100 photos, most of the best posed ones, and I am devastated. A few turned out, so it wasn’t a full loss, but still. Carl has checked the card and cannot even read it on his computer, so we’re throwing it in the trash. I can use my 2-gig backup card until we pick up another one.

Scarecrow

Blacky as Two-Face

Penguin

Penguin, Poison Ivy, and the Joker (pre-corruption I think was the idea behind that)

Photo gallery has been updated, finally. I still have to pull the photos I uploaded to Flickr (157 photos) and reupload them to this gallery (1237 photos).

Wesa: Question…Did your coffee taste funny

Carl: Nope, but then again, I wasn’t really paying attention

Wesa: Huh. I only drank about 1/3 of mine, it tasted really off, so I thought the beans were old, picked up a new bag at Ladro with a tall drip (which also tasted a bit off, kind of fruity). We were almost out anyway.

Carl: Fruity isn’t off, it’s just a different character of some coffees. Higher acidity ones I think

Wesa: But it didn’t taste like this while I was gone, or it’s just so pronounced vs the swill I drank over the weekend.

Carl: Lol, that’s probably it.

Wesa: hrm

Carl: Do I even need to tell you how awesome it is that my wife calls the coffee in Boston “swill”? You are sooooo Seattle sometimes it hurts.

Wesa: ROFL

The wedding was grand. We had a wonderful time. The wedding took place just down the street (literally) from Walden Pond, which I got to see but not take photos of.

Part of I-90. I have now been to both ends of I-90 (One end in Seattle, WA and the other end in Boston, MA) but have hardly been anywhere in between. In this photo, we were driving out to Palmer and hit traffic. East Coast freeways are f’d up man. There were probably 15 miles between each sequential exit, instead of having them numbered by mile marker. Also, yes that is snow.

Yes, see? Snow.

Carl looking quite suave, if I do say so myself.

Aw mushy mush.