I apologize to my 1.327 readers out there for not posting in about 3 years, but I have been a tad busy with dealing with "The Flood" of my apartment at the end of last month. I decided use capital letters when writing about my flooding, because then it puts it into mythic proportions. Kind of like The Great Flood, but not all of the massive destruction of the entire planet and all of that. Here is what happened.
Last month, I went down to Houston to visit my sister. I was away from my apartment from 7:00 A.M. on Friday until 9:00 P.M. on Sunday. I was dog tired as I walked up to my apartment, and when I opened the door, my first thought was that I had been robbed, but I quickly realized the my apartment was flooded. All of my stuff was in complete chaos, as the maintenance dudes had put as much of my stuff off of the floor. It was a mess!!!
Thank God I had renters insurance!
By that Wednesday, a company had moved my stuff into an apartment around the corner from my old one. They packed up about 30% of my stuff into boxes, and the rest they pretty much just threw into random piles o' stuff. I managed to find a decent apartment that is closer to work, and that is of a much better quality to boot. I am very pleased that it's all starting to work itself out. I am still waiting on the guitar shop to finish determining how much damage was done to my 3 acoustic and 2 electric guitars, my fiddle, and my mandolin. What a mess.
I had movers move me into my new apartment, and I am very glad that I did. I only had to pay about $100 with tip, because I used umovefree.com. Not a bad deal I guess. The moving company had a deal that the move was "free" as long as you don't actually have any stuff to move. Odd, I know. It's kind of a bait-and-switch type of deal. Your "free" move limited you to 25 boxes and a limited amount of furniture. I had to pay $2/box over 25 boxes, $25 because I had a sleeper sofa, and $20 for them to move my guitar amps and PA system. But, I didn't have to spend an entire day, in 105 degree heat, moving my earthly possessions, so I still think that I ended up ahead in the game.
I did, however, find that my poolside apartment isn't all it's cracked up to be. The little rugrats are pretty dang loud, and I think that my weekends aren't gonna be to quiet for the next few months. Oh well, at least I have a great view of all of the hot chicks that go swimming...Oh wait...There aren't any. Why am I paying an extra $25/month for the privilege of being poolside? Oh yeah, because it was the only first floor apartment available. Bummer.
I hope all 1.327 of you out there are livin' large. And I must apologize to Big R's sister who said that my blog is too depressing. Hey, I had broken up with my last girlfriend. Cut a brotha some slack. I'm back. I'm black. And I'm...oh forget it.
Keep on keepin' on.
