A Moving Story

It’s been a busy busy week for me. Wednesday we had a major client meeting, so it made Tuesday into a long day, and a frantic Wednesday morning. After my two supervisors left, it was especially so going as we have really reached a point where we need to know what direction the project is going in. We are still lacking a floorplan from the interior designers, which can make things very difficult when you’re trying to create a 50% design development set of drawings. To kill time after updating everything possible, I ended up creating a 2D ninja for sketchup, and uploaded it to the company server library in case we ever get a project to design a clandestine ninja training facility. Got some cool wallpapers out of it.

Last weekend, I found out that my apartment complex had an opening in a one bedroom apartment opening up for the first of november, so I went ahead and got it, since it was essentially double the size with a dishwasher, for only a hundred dollars more a month. I moved in all this weekend with the help of Saori, mom, and Taylor. It’s just across the complex, so we were able to do the move with just a few cars to ferry loads of stuff in plastic storage bins door to door, and then we all manhandled the bigger items across the complex, the largest being the couch/futon, which took the combined efforts of me, mom, tay, and Saori to manage out the door and up the stairs. It’s still not quite done, as I need to go back and finish clearing out the kitchen and begin cleaning everything. Suki’s hair rolls across the floor in waves.

We went to a friend of Saori’s birthday party a few nights ago and picked up her guitar. Saori had a friend who took a class in guitar making, and their first assignment was to repair a guitar, so they all went out and got cheap guitars, which they broke and then leaned to fix. Makes me wonder how exactly, they broke them. Anyway, the friend ended up giving Saori his repaired guitar, as he had two other guitars in his possession, and was returning to Japan with limited luggage space. So, we got the guitar after it spent many years relaxing in Saori’s friend’s apartment. Neither one of us knows how to play, but Saori has an advantage in knowing how to read music and play a few instruments. We found a few websites detailing how to hold the guitar, and where to hold the strings on the frets to make chords, but we’re not much beyond that at this point.