After a few false starts, including a 4:45pm “I can’t get final approval!” from the relocation manager, we’ve been safely deposited in our temporary apartment on the Upper East Side. Last night around 11 Damon basically tipped me in the front door and then headed back to Inwood so he could be there this morning at 8 to let the wall-knocker-downers in. I haven’t seen him since, but think he will finally get to poke around the place in about an hour as he should be on his way home from Ellis now.
The apartment is plenty fine as a temporary stop. It’s in a much swankier neighborhood, and features a fancy gym and a rooftop garden. The interior is a little bachelor pad, but the bed is comfortable. It’s “furnished,” which means there are three forks and four cups and a roll of paper towels. It’s exactly the kind of place a mid-level executive goes when his marriage breaks up. When I investigated what kind of cookware I have, I found one lonely pot — just the right size for a can of soup. In different circumstances that pot would make me want to kill myself.
This morning I popped awake at 5am, starving. The fruit I brought wasn’t appealing. That’s how I wound up standing outside The Food Emporium at 6am, gazing into the windows with a “pregnant lady would like to come in and buy veggie pot pies” look on my face until they finally took pity on me and let me head into the frozen food aisle.
Zoe’s doing okay with the change now. She’s finally sacked out on the couch. Mostly she’s coping by saying: MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW
That and she has managed to fall behind and get trapped by the refrigerator TWICE. Hugely pregnant women think it’s hilarious when cats repeatedly force them to move refrigerators. Damon is annoyed and told me to leave her back there. But really. If Zoe is x inches wide, then the space back there is x.5 inches wide. I can’t leave her back there all day. I have wedged a backpack into the space she keeps falling through and that seems to have solved the problem.
I’m now trying to catch up on all the work I neglected this week while shouting at insurance adjusters. (Don’t mind me, just contradicting myself by updating my LJ). I’m very tired and sore, but also very relieved that abatement has begun back at home. My hope is to spend the entire weekend resting and washing out all the tension that has built up over the past month of mold mania. I also hope to shave my legs.
jaysaint 
Posted by steakums on September 21, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Midwives hate when they have to look at hairy legs from the feet up. š
Glad you’re out of the mold trap.
Posted by steakums on September 21, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Midwives hate when they have to look at hairy legs from the feet up. š
Glad you’re out of the mold trap.
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by steakums on September 21, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Midwives hate when they have to look at hairy legs from the feet up. š
Glad you’re out of the mold trap.
Posted by steakums on September 21, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Midwives hate when they have to look at hairy legs from the feet up. š
Glad you’re out of the mold trap.
Posted by steakums on September 21, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Midwives hate when they have to look at hairy legs from the feet up. š
Glad you’re out of the mold trap.
Posted by steakums on September 21, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Midwives hate when they have to look at hairy legs from the feet up. š
Glad you’re out of the mold trap.
Posted by seraskin on September 22, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hallelujah!!!
Posted by seraskin on September 22, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hallelujah!!!
Posted by seraskin on September 22, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hallelujah!!!
Posted by seraskin on September 22, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hallelujah!!!
Posted by seraskin on September 22, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hallelujah!!!
Posted by seraskin on September 22, 2007 at 12:12 am
Hallelujah!!!
Posted by travellight on September 22, 2007 at 12:18 am
You sure are having an exciting time up there in New York.
Posted by travellight on September 22, 2007 at 12:18 am
You sure are having an exciting time up there in New York.
Posted by travellight on September 22, 2007 at 12:18 am
You sure are having an exciting time up there in New York.
Posted by travellight on September 22, 2007 at 12:18 am
You sure are having an exciting time up there in New York.
Posted by travellight on September 22, 2007 at 12:18 am
You sure are having an exciting time up there in New York.
Posted by travellight on September 22, 2007 at 12:18 am
You sure are having an exciting time up there in New York.
Posted by goudabonbon on September 22, 2007 at 1:54 am
The cat behind fridge story cracks me up. I had a friend whose diabetic cat fell behind some large piece of furniture and then lapsed into a kitty diabetic coma. Took some doing to get him out, as I recall. But what you describe — especially the fact that she did it twice — is actually good practice for having a kid, hee hee hee. Not that your child will neccessarily do that very thing, but something just as surprising.
Posted by goudabonbon on September 22, 2007 at 1:54 am
The cat behind fridge story cracks me up. I had a friend whose diabetic cat fell behind some large piece of furniture and then lapsed into a kitty diabetic coma. Took some doing to get him out, as I recall. But what you describe — especially the fact that she did it twice — is actually good practice for having a kid, hee hee hee. Not that your child will neccessarily do that very thing, but something just as surprising.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by goudabonbon on September 22, 2007 at 1:54 am
The cat behind fridge story cracks me up. I had a friend whose diabetic cat fell behind some large piece of furniture and then lapsed into a kitty diabetic coma. Took some doing to get him out, as I recall. But what you describe — especially the fact that she did it twice — is actually good practice for having a kid, hee hee hee. Not that your child will neccessarily do that very thing, but something just as surprising.
Posted by goudabonbon on September 22, 2007 at 1:54 am
The cat behind fridge story cracks me up. I had a friend whose diabetic cat fell behind some large piece of furniture and then lapsed into a kitty diabetic coma. Took some doing to get him out, as I recall. But what you describe — especially the fact that she did it twice — is actually good practice for having a kid, hee hee hee. Not that your child will neccessarily do that very thing, but something just as surprising.
Posted by goudabonbon on September 22, 2007 at 1:54 am
The cat behind fridge story cracks me up. I had a friend whose diabetic cat fell behind some large piece of furniture and then lapsed into a kitty diabetic coma. Took some doing to get him out, as I recall. But what you describe — especially the fact that she did it twice — is actually good practice for having a kid, hee hee hee. Not that your child will neccessarily do that very thing, but something just as surprising.
Posted by goudabonbon on September 22, 2007 at 1:54 am
The cat behind fridge story cracks me up. I had a friend whose diabetic cat fell behind some large piece of furniture and then lapsed into a kitty diabetic coma. Took some doing to get him out, as I recall. But what you describe — especially the fact that she did it twice — is actually good practice for having a kid, hee hee hee. Not that your child will neccessarily do that very thing, but something just as surprising.
Posted by cinnabari on September 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
FINALLY you’re in a not moldy hell hole. Now why can you not bring your own pots and cooking materials?
(Psst. Zoe. Lay off with the fridge thing.)
But anyway. I’m glad you’re moved and doing well.
Posted by cinnabari on September 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
FINALLY you’re in a not moldy hell hole. Now why can you not bring your own pots and cooking materials?
(Psst. Zoe. Lay off with the fridge thing.)
But anyway. I’m glad you’re moved and doing well.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by cinnabari on September 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
FINALLY you’re in a not moldy hell hole. Now why can you not bring your own pots and cooking materials?
(Psst. Zoe. Lay off with the fridge thing.)
But anyway. I’m glad you’re moved and doing well.
Posted by cinnabari on September 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
FINALLY you’re in a not moldy hell hole. Now why can you not bring your own pots and cooking materials?
(Psst. Zoe. Lay off with the fridge thing.)
But anyway. I’m glad you’re moved and doing well.
Posted by cinnabari on September 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
FINALLY you’re in a not moldy hell hole. Now why can you not bring your own pots and cooking materials?
(Psst. Zoe. Lay off with the fridge thing.)
But anyway. I’m glad you’re moved and doing well.
Posted by cinnabari on September 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
FINALLY you’re in a not moldy hell hole. Now why can you not bring your own pots and cooking materials?
(Psst. Zoe. Lay off with the fridge thing.)
But anyway. I’m glad you’re moved and doing well.
Posted by jaysaint on September 24, 2007 at 2:55 am
I like to tell myself that no matter what level of grooming I’m achieving, that they have seen much, much worse.
I know that was true for me when I was giving pedicures for a living. Invariably a woman would apologize for the state of her feet and I would say, “Truly, you have no idea.”
Posted by steakums on September 25, 2007 at 1:10 am
You gave pedicures? I have new found respect for you.
Thank you for the than you gift! You really didn’t have to do that, but it’s much appreciated!
I have a big ol’ box of boy baby clothes (0 – 3 mostly) here all boxed up. Want them?
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:40 am
Ah, I had the diabetic cat as well. It’s ridiculously unrealistic how much I think my bad pets will have prepared me for motherhood.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:41 am
Thanks ma’am! We could have brought cookery, theoretically. But we got the move order so fast that we didn’t get a chance to find out what was already here and what wasn’t. We just threw the most essential stuff in the back of our friend’s car and crossed our fingers. And, of course, now we can’t get back into the apartment until the abatement is done.
Posted by jaysaint on September 25, 2007 at 2:36 pm
I am (or rather, was) a licensed cosmetologist in the state of Ohio. I mani/pedi’d my way through college. It definitely wasn’t a life choice for me, but it’s a great way to make better-than-retail cash. And I still do an excellent paint job.
I’m glad you got your gift. It’s such a tiny token, but I enjoy picking it out and wrapping it up. It was the very least I could do.
Very excited for the clothes! I’ll email you the address of our temporary housing. If you’re mailing this week then they should come here.