Thirty Days’ Notice

Oh, isn’t this just lovely. I know I haven’t said too much about the living arrangement I’ve arranged in America’s Finest City. I’ve rented a room at my sister’s house (which happens to be a six minute commute from the Omnipresent Charitable Organization) as has her friend and, well, my nephew (who doesn’t have to pay rent—yet). I can honestly say that it’s been circus-like here. It’s a duplex and my nephew’s dad is the landlord and also lives in the adjoining unit.

Cozy, no?

Not so much, it turns out. We were given our walking papers this evening so we’ll have to find a new joint very soon. Our roommate won’t be staying, I suspect, so it’ll just be my sister, the young master nephew, and me. We just don’t know where that new place will be. Beautiful City Heights? North Park? Somewhere else? Hope my back gets better before moving day.

Remember how I fell down the stairs? My elbow is much better now (certainly not broken, thanks for asking) but now my back is making its particular issues known. Granted, I’ve climbed a lot of ladders today installing the wireless bridge this morning (more on that in a bit) so I’m walking like an old man. Or maybe old woman.

Like my charming writing partner for instance, who is today officially much older than I am. Much, much older. Whew! So much older! Wow! Hard to believe.

She certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed the electromagnetic pummeling that came from the Cisco wireless bridge we set up this morning. You see, when you first fire up the gizmos, they’re set on full-tilt boogie, three-mile range, microwave your eyeballs in their sockets, maximum-intensity signal strength. It certainly had me running for my life. People in the front offices were scattering like ants at a square dance. “I dunno, I’ve got a headache.” Yeah, well, if your brain was being boiled, you’d get a little cranky too. We scaled back the power after the test, but wow, who knew? Okay, I guess most everybody.

There’s some other stuff to tell, but these are the bigger bits. The ones that floated up to the surface anyway. More tomorrow, along with the pictures I promised. The giant wood pile is not to be missed!

Your (very sore) pal,

bob