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I have some entries for previous days floating around on the computer at home, but I don’t think I’m going to bother digging them out and putting them up. We were very busy, and I didn’t have internet access, and it’s OK for me to break my months-long streak. Really it is.

The unpacking is going very well, and while Tyla was off visiting her relatives — I was not visiting my mom, though that had been my plan; perhaps next weekend — I was a moving-in machine. Office, bedroom, dining room; none could withstand my deboxing wrath. With Alasdair’s and Madhava’s help, I also got a pile of stuff over to storage and the air conditioner set up and — possibly the most important achievement — the grill fueled and (thoroughly) tested.

If you are planning to become a professional packer for a moving company, I have a little test to prepare you:

• You are packing an office full of manuals and documents and books and other paper products. At the end of one of the boxes, you find that you have a longish, narrow rectangular space left. Do you:

  1. Fill that space with packing paper, given that you have many cubic metres of the stuff lying around anyway?
  2. Grab a book from one of the other nearby shelves to finish the box?
  3. Stick a bottle of Fantastic in the perfectly-sized space, such that it can damage photographs and manuals when it is inevitably jostled during the move?

• You are packing that same office, and come across a large envelope that is clearly marked “Do Not Bend”. It is about an inch too long to fit properly in the bottom of the box size you’re using for this room. Do you:

  1. Put it aside for packing with art or other outsized things?
  2. Ask one of the residents, who are sitting around doing basically nothing while they wait, if they would like to take it with them?
  3. Stick it at the bottom of a box anyway, so that Tyla’s nice diploma has a crease in it?

If you answered “C” to any of those questions, please come to my house so that I can stomp on your head.

Some people have been putting up posters in the neighbourhood about the idea of making the TTC free during smog days. This isn’t a horrible idea at all, but, as Alasdair pointed out, who’s going to pay for it? The TTC apparently gets something crazy like 80% of its operating budget from fares, so there’s going to be some serious shortfall action if they toss open the doors a few dozen times each summer. Still, interesting idea.

I’m still happy about the phone-plan switch from the other day, but I seem to have busted the phone in the process. I think it was the part where I got them to replace the cracked case, because I was able to make a call right before that, and ever since I’ve had No Service. Alas.

Anyone want to buy a television?