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I spent most of yesterday and this morning finding out what needs to be done to shut off our current utilities (when the time comes) and trying to track down contact information for the utility companies that service the new place.
Apparently, the city/county we'll be moving to is notorious for making this sort of thing very difficult.
Our current power company helped me track down the new power company, so that was nice.
I called the city number listed under the water entry on the form our current realtor gave us when we first rented this place, but that number went to city hall. City hall informed me that even though the street we'll be living on has a postal address for their city, the water was actually serviced through someone else. Eventually, they gave me the number for that place, who needs us to show up with a copy of our lease, our driver's license and something "official" with our social security numbers on it. I didn't even need all that to rent the house in the first place.
Our trash company not only does not service that area, they have no idea who does. But they do know that they've heard that customers find it very difficult to find a waste removal company in that county. Of course they do.
Our car insurance rates are going up, and the employee I spoke to can't tell me why. She mentioned something about distance to hospitals and miles drived everyday and other drivers in the area and costs of parts... I pointed out we're going to be closer to base AND the hospital, so I'm a bit confused about that. I suspect it has something to do with a higher crime rate in the zipcode area or something, but she didn't feel comfortable flat out saying, "Someone might jack your car, yo, so we're gonna charge you more, just in case."
The cable company was all "YAY, you're keeping us! No discounts or anything, but if we don't show up between 8 and 10 on the morning of your appointment, you can have $20 off your next bill. You know... because we care." Whatever, just keep my internets running and I'll forgive you lots, Comcast.
Still no idea who our gas company will be. I sent Captain to go talk to the housing people on base and see if they've got some idea regarding gas and trash. Pretty sure we're not the only family living on that side of town.
As to packing, since yesterday was spent hunting down utility info, I didn't get anything packed. I did have the brilliant idea that we would just shove clothes/pillows/blankets/sheets/etc into garbage bags for the move instead of boxes, because boxes cost money and garbage bags are seven bucks for a billion or something.
Yesterday I noticed that my left leg was doing that annoyingly painful and also strangely numb thing it likes to do when I've managed to fubar the pinched nerve in my back, but I'm used to that happening so I just shrugged it off and resigned myself to spending the next few days in pain. However, last night when I went to bed I also noticed that my right hip and upper leg were stiffening up and hurt when I went to bed. I couldn't get comfortable at all. Of course, by the time I woke up, I could barely move, and now I can't really put any weight on that leg without fearing that it's going to crumple up beneath me and I'll end up faceplanting somewhere.
Good times all around.
Anyway, that means packing has just become twice as difficult, what with the borked back and legs and trying to walk around carrying boxes and bending over and sitting on the floor and standing up again and just general moving-aroundness.
Not going to stop me from doing it, mind, because we're picking up the key on the new place on the first and the moving of the furniture is scheduled to commence on the fourth and the U-Haul is already reserved and at least one person has foolishly volunteered to help lift heavy crap, so I'm sort of on a deadline as far as getting shelving and furniture emptied, if nothing else.
Also, I'm pretty sure that was a major run on sentence, but I'm not trying to submit this post as a formal paper or fic on an archive, so I don't particularly care.
The game store owner couple (or at least the wife half of that couple) volunteered to help us if needed, but I would feel very guilty if we took them up on that offer. Might still do it anyway, but still... guilt.
Okay, time for another round of Ibuprofen and then it is time to start packing up ALL the DVDs, of which there are nearly six hundred according to the last inventory, which sort of tells me that perhaps it is time to find another hobby. Or buy more shelving. Either one.
Apparently, the city/county we'll be moving to is notorious for making this sort of thing very difficult.
Our current power company helped me track down the new power company, so that was nice.
I called the city number listed under the water entry on the form our current realtor gave us when we first rented this place, but that number went to city hall. City hall informed me that even though the street we'll be living on has a postal address for their city, the water was actually serviced through someone else. Eventually, they gave me the number for that place, who needs us to show up with a copy of our lease, our driver's license and something "official" with our social security numbers on it. I didn't even need all that to rent the house in the first place.
Our trash company not only does not service that area, they have no idea who does. But they do know that they've heard that customers find it very difficult to find a waste removal company in that county. Of course they do.
Our car insurance rates are going up, and the employee I spoke to can't tell me why. She mentioned something about distance to hospitals and miles drived everyday and other drivers in the area and costs of parts... I pointed out we're going to be closer to base AND the hospital, so I'm a bit confused about that. I suspect it has something to do with a higher crime rate in the zipcode area or something, but she didn't feel comfortable flat out saying, "Someone might jack your car, yo, so we're gonna charge you more, just in case."
The cable company was all "YAY, you're keeping us! No discounts or anything, but if we don't show up between 8 and 10 on the morning of your appointment, you can have $20 off your next bill. You know... because we care." Whatever, just keep my internets running and I'll forgive you lots, Comcast.
Still no idea who our gas company will be. I sent Captain to go talk to the housing people on base and see if they've got some idea regarding gas and trash. Pretty sure we're not the only family living on that side of town.
As to packing, since yesterday was spent hunting down utility info, I didn't get anything packed. I did have the brilliant idea that we would just shove clothes/pillows/blankets/sheets/etc into garbage bags for the move instead of boxes, because boxes cost money and garbage bags are seven bucks for a billion or something.
Yesterday I noticed that my left leg was doing that annoyingly painful and also strangely numb thing it likes to do when I've managed to fubar the pinched nerve in my back, but I'm used to that happening so I just shrugged it off and resigned myself to spending the next few days in pain. However, last night when I went to bed I also noticed that my right hip and upper leg were stiffening up and hurt when I went to bed. I couldn't get comfortable at all. Of course, by the time I woke up, I could barely move, and now I can't really put any weight on that leg without fearing that it's going to crumple up beneath me and I'll end up faceplanting somewhere.
Good times all around.
Anyway, that means packing has just become twice as difficult, what with the borked back and legs and trying to walk around carrying boxes and bending over and sitting on the floor and standing up again and just general moving-aroundness.
Not going to stop me from doing it, mind, because we're picking up the key on the new place on the first and the moving of the furniture is scheduled to commence on the fourth and the U-Haul is already reserved and at least one person has foolishly volunteered to help lift heavy crap, so I'm sort of on a deadline as far as getting shelving and furniture emptied, if nothing else.
Also, I'm pretty sure that was a major run on sentence, but I'm not trying to submit this post as a formal paper or fic on an archive, so I don't particularly care.
The game store owner couple (or at least the wife half of that couple) volunteered to help us if needed, but I would feel very guilty if we took them up on that offer. Might still do it anyway, but still... guilt.
Okay, time for another round of Ibuprofen and then it is time to start packing up ALL the DVDs, of which there are nearly six hundred according to the last inventory, which sort of tells me that perhaps it is time to find another hobby. Or buy more shelving. Either one.