The Bevy of Moose
Yesterday Erin and I spent the day taking care of odds and ends that needed taking care of, insurance of cars, where things are going to be registered, name changes (okay, okay, here there is only one name change, hers, but, still, had to go and sit in the Social Security Administration office and wait talking to a mechanic from Nephi, UT), and then hanging things on walls after purchasing the wire and pieces to make sure the frames hang on the wall. Oh, and Erin’s parents, for the wedding, bought me a dresser and that went together a couple of nights ago as well which meant that I got to put my clothes in (personal space) and then Morris and his posse… actually, looking up the congregation of deer, which the moose is a subspecies of, Morris, which is a moose, and his crew would be a herd, a bevy, or a leash. Yes, I have more moose than just Morris, though, admittedly, Erin took to the latest one, out of Maine, and when I looked at her, and it (Maple Butter is its name) I realized that the moose was more hers than mine even if it is in Morris’s bevy.
Of course, when dealing with state mandated insurance companies the outcome is pretty frustrating. When I got done doing stuff and walked in to the bedroom, yesterday, Erin was not exactly happy after having spoken to the Massachusetts insurance people – by law there are three allowable insurance companies you can use – though this does not, in any way denote the number of agents that exist in the state – and when she called to tell them her insurance had changed, they told her that she was more than welcome to change insurance companies, just send in the license plates since she also had to change where the car was registered. This was after we added her to my insurance and at that point I had to go back and remove her from my insurance; which wasn’t hard, and, actually, caused my insurance rates to drop like three times; however, on the flip side of that, her rate will probably go up as a result of the conversations with insurance companies. We also looked in to, and discussed, where we would like to have our cars registered for the next several whiles as we finish school here and then look at graduate programs in other places around the immediate world (most United States).
Then, after ALL of that, we went to Costco and changed Erin’s name there (we’ve been toting around our marriage certificate for, like, days now) and added me to Erin’s membership… they took a picture, I now have a card from there to add to my ever growing collection of cards from places. Then we were off again thinking we needed to go to the post office to do a cursory change of name on her passport only to discover there are forms and more pictures that need to be taken and headaches and other things all in the name of having the ability to leave the country on a moments notice and with plenty of planning and more money than either of us have on hand because, having a passport is important… at least, we both seem to think so. Which reminds me I need to remember where I stowed my passport and other vital documents.
Anyway, time has passed since I started working on this. What that means is that where I started writing in the morning/early afternoon, it is now about 10 o’clock at night. In the interim we went to IKEA, which is always an interesting experience. Going to IKEA means we are planning some changes. The changes, today, were twofold; first, to get Erin a desk, this was actually the main reason we went; and second, to get shelves and storage items for TBW DVD’s (TBW = To Be Watched).
We took Erin’s car and ended up with a pile of things I was certain we would get in to the car; but, at the same time, was uncertain whether or not we would get the car closed after we got the items inside. They went in, Erin’s brother, who went along to find some kind of storage medium for his clothes, laid on top of the boxes, Erin and I drove with our seats as far forward as we could, and in the end we ended up with a desk, a bookshelf, some drawers for the desk, a DVD rack that I will mount on a wall in the next day or so, an apron, and a couple of chairs intended for the bedroom. After getting home Erin and I spent a lot of time putting the furniture together. The bookshelf, desk, and DVD rack were not hard, though to say they did not take some time to put together.
All-in-all, I think we went a long way from getting in town and waiting for Erin’s brother to get in last night (12:30 a.m. for those who are interested, we didn’t get home and in bed until closer to 2:00 a.m., which is why the day started so late), his stuff moved to his new apartment and the room he’s been using converted in to an office with the bed at one end (coincidentally, right next to my desk… nice, very nice) and all of the tubs moved in to the front room where my desk used to be so that we can go through them and put things where they need to be, get rid of things, etc.
That’s about it for today. I’m sure I had some pithy thoughts earlier. Again, I didn’t do any writing on Alicia Grey, though the town and area she lives in is solidifying in my head and I am beginning to see the over-conflict that exists between her and the main bad guy. I am also seeing relationships and how they affect things. I need to write many of these notes down. I am actually avoiding my computer, for the most part, until we are more settled and things are a bit more taken care of.
I anticipate, outside of getting our life organized, I will be hanging the two white boards at either end of the office.
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