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![]() Jeff Berry is an early adopter of the Internet and the Web, a late adopter of Twitter, and declines to adopt Facebook. With the death of Google+, he's experimenting with federated platforms . He admins a medievalist Mastodon instance, and can found on the PlusPora diaspora pod. He hates cell-phones. |
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Moving is always a bit of a trial. Moving across long distances doubly so. Moving across an ocean trebly so. (So saith the voice of experience. After all, I've moved three times now: once up the road, once across the country and once across the Atlantic. After that first westward blip, I appear to be trending East.)
May I say at this juncture, that I love the charity shops in the UK? Thank you, I shall - I love the charity shops in the UK. This one, St. Leonard's Hospice, was packed! It is not, I am reliably informed, always so packed, but today was turnover day so the bargain hunters were out in force. That does not mean that there was violence in the aisles as people fought over choice bits like seagulls after takeaway at the beach (a problem at local beaches, says BBC Radio Yorkshire - the gulls not the people). Far from it! In fact, one woman noticed I had a hardback copy of Ian Rankin's Standing in Another Man's Grave (a steal at 2£) in my basket and mentioned there was another copy, identical in every respect - but signed - for the same price. And then she went and fetched it, since she "knew right where it was." I also scored large softcovers of all three "Girl With ..." books, an alarm clock, a steamer (multi-level, no less), and a quite nice corkscrew and wine-stopper set. That last one is important since I bought a bottle of wine at the first Tesco, and then realized a bit later that I had no corkscrew. I do find myself in a slightly odd position with respect to some of these purchases. The bulk of our stuff is coming by slow boat from New York, and should make landfall in England around October 3. As a result, I don't want to spend a lot of money on things like pots and pans, since mine will be here in a month or so. On the other hand, I must eat! Which means I must cook! Electronics are a bit less worrisome, since we aren't bringing any of those, aside from a few computery bits, on account of the voltage difference between the US and the UK. So buying new clocks, kitchen appliances and so forth makes more sense (to us, at least) than buying scads of adapters and step-down transformers. On the other hand, I don't want to just run out to Ikea and buy loads of cheap bits and bobs, not only because it's more fun to see what I can find in charity shops, but also because I'm not qualified to make some of those decisions without my dear wife. And, of course, Amazon delivers. Which brings us to why I need a screwdriver now, instead of next month. The house is quite nice, and I'm starting to get settled in, but it is, of course, a rental which means two things (well, significantly more than two, but two for now): first, it means that other people have lived here who did things differently than I would; and, second, I'm not completely sure how many liberties I can take making it conform to my idiosyncratic desires. The intersection of those is the mailbox.
So, instead, I needed tape, so I could write a nice note to the Royal Mail, asking them to put the mail through the door slot rather than into the mailbox, which is mounted on the wall right by the door. I also needed a screwdriver, both to finish putting the tv together, but more critically, to take the screws out which someone, presumably the owner, had run into the mailslot to keep it from opening, so that the Royal Mail could actually go through the door slot. I am pleased to report that my plan worked and today I received, on the floor in front of my door, one piece of junk mail, one invitation from the National Trust, and something for the previous tenant. There are a few other quirks in the house, but then what house is without its quirks? And some of the features are quite lovely, although they will require a little recalibration. For example, the conservatory is great - the chairs are included, there's a little table, and it's pleasant to sit in there with a cup of tea and read. However, it's basically unheated, so it can be quite nippy in the mornings - it got down to about 3C the other night. The oven is smaller than I'm used to, but we can get an outdoor grill, which we haven't been able to do for nearly twenty years, which may take up some of the slack. The main thing is that we're going to need to wear more clothes more of the time, lest we shock the neighbors. Let me explain. The conservatory, kitchen and lounge are all on the ground floor, while the bedrooms and offices are on the first (American "second") floor. Our NYC apartment is on the second floor (UK "first") in its entirety, and faced the back of the building. Which means practically no one could see in. Furthermore, we didn't have central air, and we were low enough in a steam-heated building that during the winter the place was also quite warm, so we've gotten in the habit of wearing very little while alone in the apartment - a habit many New Yorkers share at least during the summer months. You see the concern. In the fall and winter, it shouldn't be a problem. In the summer, well, we'll see ... And now for a glass of wine, finally. Luddite'sLog, 9 September 2013 © 2013 Jeff Berry |
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