Stuff and crud
Mar. 14th, 2018 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrottieLost my neck pillow. Crud, I liked that neck pillow. It was a good neck pillow.
Motorcycle moved in to storage. She's taking a while to warm up these days and one cylinder in particular sputters for a while but once she gets going, she sounds good.
Miscalculated on hotels. Google Maps started showing prices next to hotels when it shows random businesses in an area. The logical part of my brain decided those *must* be the current prices because what else could possibly make any sense, right? Nope, it pulls data from kayak.com etc for that property, and Kayak etcs numbers are for a blitz sale for three rooms for one day in the middle of next winter. Just as with videos that automatically play, I really have to remember that we're long past the point where anything automatic is done for your benefit or convenience.
$300 hotel rooms really aren't usually any nicer than $60 ones, but I may also have been affected from staying in Las Vegas penthouse suites. This one however had a retractable clothesline over the bathtub.
I had failed to appreciate that the Emeryville Amtrak station was so close to what must be Emeryville's downtown, and that it is a happening place. Lots of Indian dudes were there which looks a lot like corporate training, reminding me of ex #2. I got a Mickeys tallboy from the gas station and sat in a tub full of cold water, getting in and out to microwave the last of my tortillas and some of my cheese. Went to bed at midnight and got up at 6am hoping to take a swim in the bay but finally checked email and sure enough, stuff was broken.
I'd have wrapped myself in the space blanket and hidden off somewhere except carrying the folded bicycle around in the rain was not conductive to exploring and I was tired and hungry and wasn't sure what the waterfront would look like if I walked down there and I didn't actually have a space blanket with me, a glaring oversight.
That was a long day. I woke up before the sun, stabbed at work a bit, packed hastily, and folded the bicycle in the rain in hopes that the rain would let up. It was still drizzling and raining in patches an hour after the forecast said it was going to stop but I resolved to make the trip anyway. Wind was pushing me around again but not as bad before. It would have been a good day to go sailing.
By the time I'd gotten to storage, it had stopped raining and stayed stopped for hours after it was supposed to start pouring buckets again. The unit they were recommending was in a narrow outdoor hallway in a unit with a small raise leading in to it, and I found that at with a 20 degree angle on the lip, I couldn't make it over it, so I got an outdoor unit in a wider hallway that also had a lip going in to it and put all the stuff and the motorcycle in there. Last box I was moving was on top of the tallest shelf. It fell. It was the bathroom stuff. A bottle of iodine shattered. It looks like a murder scene. No solvent I own will remove it.
By the time I even got around to looking at hotels, after a bus ride from near storage to near Amtrak, it was 10pm and raining again. The folding bike is being abused horribly. You're supposed to cover the S&S couplers if it is wet. I need special covers if I'm going to start doing that. No amount of pipe insulation will protect everything from getting trashed. Only a full case would do that. But transporting the folding bike on the back of the motorcycle worked great. One problem though is if I'm carrying it around, I look like I just stole a big mass of bike parts. I'm lucky the police didn't pay me a visit.
Thanks to the promo pricing at the storage place, storage rent doesn't go up for three months. Yay introductory pricing. It's possible everything will be moved not long after that and I also know that my stuff (aside from boatyboat) fits in a 10x10 area with plenty of room to spare.
Among changes at the marina, I got accosted by security in a golf cart while walking over to do laundry there, and turned away in a none-too-friendly way. Previously, access to that, the pool (tiny and closed for the winter), and other amenities were included, and the staff was very friendly. That made me worry about being towed. At the same time, and especially after this mess, there's no budget for needed work on the motorcycle.
Motorcycle moved in to storage. She's taking a while to warm up these days and one cylinder in particular sputters for a while but once she gets going, she sounds good.
Miscalculated on hotels. Google Maps started showing prices next to hotels when it shows random businesses in an area. The logical part of my brain decided those *must* be the current prices because what else could possibly make any sense, right? Nope, it pulls data from kayak.com etc for that property, and Kayak etcs numbers are for a blitz sale for three rooms for one day in the middle of next winter. Just as with videos that automatically play, I really have to remember that we're long past the point where anything automatic is done for your benefit or convenience.
$300 hotel rooms really aren't usually any nicer than $60 ones, but I may also have been affected from staying in Las Vegas penthouse suites. This one however had a retractable clothesline over the bathtub.
I had failed to appreciate that the Emeryville Amtrak station was so close to what must be Emeryville's downtown, and that it is a happening place. Lots of Indian dudes were there which looks a lot like corporate training, reminding me of ex #2. I got a Mickeys tallboy from the gas station and sat in a tub full of cold water, getting in and out to microwave the last of my tortillas and some of my cheese. Went to bed at midnight and got up at 6am hoping to take a swim in the bay but finally checked email and sure enough, stuff was broken.
I'd have wrapped myself in the space blanket and hidden off somewhere except carrying the folded bicycle around in the rain was not conductive to exploring and I was tired and hungry and wasn't sure what the waterfront would look like if I walked down there and I didn't actually have a space blanket with me, a glaring oversight.
That was a long day. I woke up before the sun, stabbed at work a bit, packed hastily, and folded the bicycle in the rain in hopes that the rain would let up. It was still drizzling and raining in patches an hour after the forecast said it was going to stop but I resolved to make the trip anyway. Wind was pushing me around again but not as bad before. It would have been a good day to go sailing.
By the time I'd gotten to storage, it had stopped raining and stayed stopped for hours after it was supposed to start pouring buckets again. The unit they were recommending was in a narrow outdoor hallway in a unit with a small raise leading in to it, and I found that at with a 20 degree angle on the lip, I couldn't make it over it, so I got an outdoor unit in a wider hallway that also had a lip going in to it and put all the stuff and the motorcycle in there. Last box I was moving was on top of the tallest shelf. It fell. It was the bathroom stuff. A bottle of iodine shattered. It looks like a murder scene. No solvent I own will remove it.
By the time I even got around to looking at hotels, after a bus ride from near storage to near Amtrak, it was 10pm and raining again. The folding bike is being abused horribly. You're supposed to cover the S&S couplers if it is wet. I need special covers if I'm going to start doing that. No amount of pipe insulation will protect everything from getting trashed. Only a full case would do that. But transporting the folding bike on the back of the motorcycle worked great. One problem though is if I'm carrying it around, I look like I just stole a big mass of bike parts. I'm lucky the police didn't pay me a visit.
Thanks to the promo pricing at the storage place, storage rent doesn't go up for three months. Yay introductory pricing. It's possible everything will be moved not long after that and I also know that my stuff (aside from boatyboat) fits in a 10x10 area with plenty of room to spare.
Among changes at the marina, I got accosted by security in a golf cart while walking over to do laundry there, and turned away in a none-too-friendly way. Previously, access to that, the pool (tiny and closed for the winter), and other amenities were included, and the staff was very friendly. That made me worry about being towed. At the same time, and especially after this mess, there's no budget for needed work on the motorcycle.
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