Well, we officially have water in the house. The plan was to paint, but after some car shuffling and errands, I came to the conclusion that it might be more important at this time to have water rather than fancy walls. It's amazing how nice it will be to use the toilet in the house instead of riding down to the Shell station.

Tomorrow is a half day at work for me, so I'm going to try and cram as much as I can into moving, unpacking and starting over again. The search for a stove continues: you would think finding a used electric stove with coil burners wouldn't be this difficult. The Habitat Restore had a bunch of gas stoves, plus those glass-top stoves that just suck: I'll try again and just keep watching the Argus and Craigslist. Tis the season: something ought to show up soon. Otherwise I guess we'll just put the microwave in the void.

In other news, the neighborhood is gearing up for the annual project NICE: basically the city-run junk curb program. Officially, the city won't be coming by until Monday to pick up any of the rubbish, so right now it's like white trash Christmas in my neighborhood as the piles of broken couches, old tvs and non-functioning exercise equipment randomly appear in front of homes. Cars creep up and down the streets to check out these magical trash heaps, trucks full of scrap metal aren't too far behind. I've been tempted to stop - the scavenger in me is hard to quell - but I've resisted thus far. Besides, none of the good stuff is out there yet.

Since I've got to have any of my own large junk to the curb by Monday, my supreme goal for the weekend is to get anything I don't want out there this weekend, like my old desk, some rusty bikes and broken chairs. Is is bad that a part of me wants to put it out there one piece at a time and just wait for someone to slow down and pick it up? Ah: I'm gonna miss this neighborhood.