Getting Settled into our new abode...

Well, we're a work in progress. The house is livable, and many boxes have been, quite literally, kicked to the curb. Many boxes, much wrapping wrapper, and one broken (dropped by me, Alyson) candleholder. Will's room, we have made sure, is somewhat of an oasis, since three-year-olds are not known for their ability to readily accept extreme change without some turmoil. He's been okay (aside from occasionally asking if the new apartment is a hotel...he must be wondering where the pool is...) and watching a lot of DVDs while we try and find the floor in each room.

We've had some problems, though. The main thing that is causing consternation is the lack of a cable outlet in the family room. Our townhouse is totally redone, and it was stripped down to the studs and renovated. Unfortunatly, whoever did this one apparently did not feel the need to make sure they didn't drywall over the cable outlet in the main room. So far, the first cable guy crawled all over the apartment, went into the attic, stepped on the fan/lightfixture that connects to the upstairs bathroom and cracks the plaster on the ceiling, then leaves us with a fuzzy picture on the lower channels. (He was, I think, trying to get out of dodge before we saw the bathroom ceiling. It worked. Live and learn.) So we alert our landlord, who calls the cable company and gives them the what-for, so they send out another guy. She says he's going to put an outlet in the family room -- he gets here and says, no, that's not what he does. So then we're like, okaaaaay, well, can you check out the ghosting and bad picture we're getting on the lower channels?

This leads to an extended mission on his part, which does incluse climbing the pole outside the townhouse in search onf one faulty wire. He finds it and says that the contractor (the original cable guy, you know, bigfoot) should've replaced this one wire. Cable guy #2 is quite perturbed at Bigfoot, and alerts me that he's alerted his manager, the contractor's company, and the contractor's manager. Oh, and he still can't get up a freakin' cable in the family room! But he can REFER us to Cox's "Apartment Maintenance Division" but that will take a few days. Ahhhh. Okay. So by Monday, we should have been contacted by Cox for the AMD to set up a "wall fish" for a cable wire in the family room ALONG with Bigfoot's company, the ill-fated contractor, who is supposed to fix his errors, including the near-disasterous foot in the fan.

Oh, well. We'll keep everyone posted. Here are some pictures.