Compartment3 - June 2004

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

 
It's official

Cicada Manor is now officially ours. We (and the mortgage company) own it lock, stock and barrel.  Our closing went pretty smoothly and, with the exception of a few minor problems, and a lawn that is only mostly dead, the house looks great.  The Missus and I are very happy, but we're preparing for an exhausting few days of moving all of our crap from one place to another.

Here are a couple of pictures taken recently.


Sunday, June 20, 2004

 
Quick Update

Blogging will probably be sparse in the immediate future, Faithful Reader(s).  The Missus and I are packing away.  Our schedule is pretty busy: we have our walkthrough this Wednesday.  One week later we go to settlement on Cicada Manor.  On Friday, July 2nd, we are moving.  And there's still a lot of packing to do.  (I'm actually typing this while taking a break from packing cups and glasses in the kitchen.)

Some really good news: the Missus passed her diabetes educator examination!  She is now an official CDE (Certified Diabetes Educator.)  She spent long hours preparing for that exam and passed with flying colors.  Congratulations to the Missus!

Sunday, June 13, 2004

 
Summer Solstice Torture

Again this year I'll be playing in the Solstice Survival, 54 holes of golf, dawn to dusk on the longest days of the year.  My walk through this special kind of hell will be tomorrow at Maryland National.  Registration is at 4:45am.  Ouch.  I'm sure it'll be fun, but I think I'll be regretting it tomorrow when that alarm clock rings.

Wish me luck!

 
Cicada Manor - Locked!

The Missus and I went over to Cicada Manor on Friday night and it was locked!  We peaked in the little window by the front door and could see our future refrigerator sitting in our future family room.  I guess it is a good sign that the house is now locked.  It's getting closer to completion, but it's no fun when I can't sneak in and take pictures.  How am I going to point out all the stuff they've done wrong?

Wednesday, June 9, 2004

 
Golf League

Every Monday I play in the Gaithersburg Golf League, nine holes after work.  It is a lot of fun, except when it isn't, which pretty much describes any time I play golf.  I can hit beautiful shots.  I know I can.  That's what makes my terrible shots so frustrating and painful.

After one particularly nice seven-iron on a 152-yard par-three, one of the guys we were playing against questioned my (high) handicap.  He was kidding.  Mostly.  On the next hole, I managed to blade a sand wedge into the thickest bunch of plant-life north of the Everglades.  After some hacking and weed trimming, I finally put the ball into the hole for a nine, a quadruple bogey.  

I felt like running over to the guy and screaming, "See!  See!  I suck!"  Instead I settled for wrapping my sand wedge around a nearby pine tree.  Just kidding.  Mostly.

 
Latest Pics from Cicada Manor

Here's a couple of shots from Cicada Manor, our future house.  Our settlement date has been set for June 30th.  I hope they get done in time!


Thursday, June 3, 2004

 
Deathbed Regrets

Beautiful day today.  Bee-yoo-tiful!  A great day to play golf, take a nap in a hammock, snap some pictures or just be outside enjoying the sunshine, blue skies and low humidity.  Instead I went to work.

The building I work in has very few windows.  I didn't see any of them today.  I spent nine hours without seeing how nice it was outside.  The sky could have turned orange and it could've started raining cats and dogs and salamanders as far as I knew.

As I walked into the prison, uh, I mean, building this morning, I had a picture of myself on my deathbed many, many, many years from now.  I've got the whole deal: oxygen pump, ping machine pinging, beep machine beeping, the works.

Suddenly I sit up in bed, amazing all of my weeping friends and family.

Beep...beep...

"June 3rd, 2004," I croak.  "I shoulda played golf!"

Beep...beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....

Tuesday, June 1, 2004

 
Fire!

As I waited for the ferry this morning, I sat inside my car and read the Sports page, as is my custom.  The beatup old pickup truck in front of me, I gradually noticed, was on fire.  Flames were licking out from under the car on the passenger side.  The first thing that I thought of: man, I wish I had my camera with me.  Since I didn't, I started to run over to warn the oblivious driver.  Before I could do anything, he drove down the ramp towards the recently arrived ferry.  When I got to the ferry, I yelled at the attendent: "That guy's truck's on fire!"  We managed to cross the river without difficulty, since the flames vanished once he turned the motor off.  The driver thought it might be some kind of muffler problem.  I gave him a wide berth as I made my way to work.

At work, I felt a little bit like I'd escaped death.  What if that pickup had exploded?  Then the normal workday grind took over and that feeling fled.  I still wish I'd had my camera!

 
Cicada Manor

The Missus and I took a stroll through our future house this weekend.  They've drywalled the rooms now, and we are finally able to get a good idea of the relative sizes of all of the spaces.  It seems like we've been planning for this house forever, and I wish they'd just get it done already.  That they are in drywall is a great sign.  The construction foreman told us a while back that we could expect the house to be finished 25-30 days after drywall, so end-of-June is looking good!

I've decided to name our house Cicada Manor in honor of all the dead cicadas I found inside.  It was almost spooky that I was able to find one cicada, just one, in just about every room.  I'm not sure the Missus is okay with the name, but, hey, you can't have everything.