On the horrors of moving.

I have to write much of the following on my Black Berry. I've been stealing Internet access from the neighbours (they really ought to enable WEP, but in the meantime, at least I have access until the cable gets installed.) Much of this post is rather bitter, its been a frustrating week for me, where success is measured in the number of boxes unpacked and failures in the number of defects found in the home, un-plugged dishwashers, broken boilers, etc.

Is it a rational desire to want to burn all of ones material possessions and start over, rather than pack and unpack them? I don't think my insane urges mark me as an arsonist. Rather I suspect as anyone who has moved after years of domestic tranquility will, no doubt agree, my urges reflect a reasonably well adjusted individual trying to come to terms with an awe inspiring pile of crap, because ultimately that's all our Worldly belongings are, a pile of crap!

Over a period of about a week, starting April 26 we managed to empty our humble home of everything, and move all of it, in cardboard boxes, to our new home where all our stuff is, still, in cardboard boxes.When we first took possession, the furnace did not work, this was fixed but I am having trouble getting someone to admit error, and so far it appears I am responsible for a $135 repair bill. The dish washer did not work either, the installer never bothered to test, had he done so, he would have determined that there was something wrong with the electrical in the house, specifically the dish washer power was not connected to the electrical panel.

Besides skating to work I have not had a skate in ages. I last biked over a week ago and I am very tired from running around getting all the things I need to put my life back together. The next time I move it will be in a wooden box.

Alright correction, since typing the above in the Black Berry I have gone for a wonderful 59.2km bike ride from my home at Woodbine and Queen I got as far as the Palais Royale before running into Richard A. (No blog or page to my knowledge.) I let Richard draft off me back to Ontario Place and then to the light house where I continued on to Mississauga, before turning around and heading home - making sure to wave to Richard on the way back. I did not fall once, even when my back wheel jammed in the sewer grate at Queens Quay and Spadina, although that was a close one. I maxed out at 46km/h, while racing the cars on Queens Quay. I felt like asking if they enjoyed paying $1.20/L but then the realization that they are encased in 2 tons of steel whereas I have about 8kg of carbon and aluminum kept me pretty quiet.