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Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thanks-for-giving, Year 4

Thanksgiving this year was both awesome and interesting, unlike any other I've ever had. It's not the only time I didn't spend it with a single family member (besides my husband) - I remember waitressing at a neighborhood bar and having to work on Thanksgiving Day because the douchenozzles decided they couldn't pass up the $100 or so that the bar grossed all day. I remember that that day WAS my first time away from any family and to top it off, my husband also had to work, so I couldn't even enjoy his company. Instead, some of the bar lifers, bless their hearts, brought in some homemade and store-bought Thanksgiving food - turkey, gravy, stuffing, veggies, etc. I remember grabbing a paper plate and being super-thankful for the food, but tearing up a little that I wasn't at home with any family.

Things have changed. This year, I wasn't with other-than-husband family either, but it was COOL. Not that I didn't miss my family (I did), but it was some good fresh scenery. First of all, it took place at some friends' house in rural (but not as rural as you'd think) Hill Country, high up with gorgeous views and a beautiful sunset. It was a close-knit-yet-loose, diverse group, with our friends, their kids and their kids' spouses and friends, and a miscellaneous lady we already had met once or twice. All in all about 9 people total. Very cosmic.

After a delish dinner and heavenly dessert, some of them built a campfire outside and roasted some Smores, while the rest of us gathered 'round with some authentic drums and rattling shakers and did an improv drum circle. Woot!

So let's start the "I'm thankful for..." list off with that - a kick-ass Thanksgiving unlike any other we've had. It's so much fun hanging out with people who aren't convinced they're slowing down.

Let's continue. I'm also thankful for my husband (whom I've known for almost 12.5 years now), 2 fur-kids in good health (both now 9) and coming back to life, family having a good time in the Great White North, an increasingly-prosperous clinic (well, except for this lean month), a CA at the front desk to take the heat off me (and my husband), a nice and healthier/more spacious/lighter/more airy apartment with more room and storage and, well, DIGNITY. I'm thankful to have answers to my health concerns and plans of attack for addressing them. I'm thankful that we uncovered them NOW rather than waiting for years/decades and wasting time and health. I'm glad to have the health I DO have. I'm thankful for the opportunities I have and the strengths and talents I do possess.

I'm thankful for good food to eat, warm shelter, clean water, and now clean air and surroundings. I'm thankful to live in Texas, and South Texas at that. I'm happy to be out of Dallas and to not have to battle rush-hour traffic every morning (so far). I'm thankful not to have to touch a highway/freeway. I'm thankful not to have made any bad investments (stocks, bonds, advertising campaigns, marketing schemes, pyramid schemes, etc). I'm thankful to be increasing (on average) my sleep.

I was hoping to make it out to RenFest north of Houston this year, but it just didn't happen. Money again reared its ugly head. The horoscope says we should be OUT of this problem by Oct 2012, which means I have tentative high hopes for next year. Until then, I'll sit tight and drum - now I just have to find some gluten-free Smores!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The joys of moving

OK, so I have nothing better to do right now than blog. For that, I'm shocked, because today is a jam-packed hang-on-tight kind of day. But right now, there's a lull in my personal sphere of action. It's kind of like being in the eye of the hurricane.

It seems like last month that we went through all this moving stuff. Here I sit, again, sequestered in a room with two freaked-out cats while odd noises and loud voices of unfamiliar people come readily through the walls. This time, though, the room is hot, not cold (yes, we still need the A/C frequently in November here in South Texas). And this time, I have the pleasure of downloading Persian pop music tracks and reading other peoples' Wordpress blogs because I--get this--have an internet connection this time.

Don't forget the boxing things up, the carrying them out, stowing them in the truck, watching closely in the rearview mirror, trudging up and down the stairs eleventy-billion times. And then there's my favorite - underestimating how much STUFF we accumulate, despite a generous pile destined for Goodwill. And my other favorite - the satisfaction over how much progress you've made, then the ensuing fatigue over having done all that work, and then suddenly remembering you still have this entire room over there to do, with the resultant sinking "aw shit".

At least this time, the trip isn't 300 miles, and we're not spreading a house full of stuff into three separate places an hour and a half apart. This is a simple Point-A-to-Point-B, with a detour to the office to drop off two (large) items. The rest goes to the apartment.

And the smells! Ah yes - the bleach, predominantly. And don't forget hints of dust and mold. And this time we have the added bonus of roach proteins! Yes, they smell. Bad. Not enough to make you double over or anything, but there is a persistent mild stench that I will be glad to be rid of. I bleached the kitchen appliances down just in case.

This time, though, I have an allergy problem that I didn't have before. So all this dust, mold, and roach protein is making me sneeze, sniffle, and stuff up.

We moved so fast this time that we didn't have time to collect boxes. Not that we would've had the room to store them anyway--at least, not without getting claustrophobic and irritable. Mom & Dad graciously lent us a set of deep Rubbermaid containers and told us to have at it. We simply reused them, which forced us to unpack each load a little as we went, which makes things a bit easier later.

This is by far the cheapest move we've ever done because we're moving less than half the stuff. The office is established and half of our personal stuff is in storage. Kinda nice.

I can't believe how early it still is. 10.30 am. Given the speed at which the last few days flew, I would've thought it was closer to 2pm. Hell, it'll probably be (almost) all over by then.

Summercreek Apartments Review

One might say that right now I'm not so fair and balanced because I've obviously decided to move out. That probably does pepper my viewpoint with bias. However, in Libra Rising fashion, I'll make two lists: the good AND the bad. And I promise to be as objective as one can be when feeling as though they're being released from a minimum-security prison.

The Good:

Maintenance Crew - they've always been nice and trustworthy, and quick to respond. When we said our A/C unit wasn't working and may need a freon reload, they were right there the next day with a whole new unit.

Quiet - It might be Friday or Saturday night and usually, you'd never know it. Why? It's QUIET. The one military guy (sorry to say) next door had a passion for par-tay and a chip on his shoulder you could palpate to boot, and he was gone within a few months. The ghetto element that moved in over last summer also started dropping like flies by the fall.

Safety - There were indeed some ground-floor break-ins and break-in attempts, but I never did feel unsafe in my apartment or on the grounds. The three people who got arrested (for who-knows-what) on a Saturday were never seen again. Must've been evicted once management caught wind that they went to jail.

Floorplan - The deluxe 2-bedroom is OK - the other 2-bedroom floorplans are just strange. But the floorplan made sense and made for a cozy (read: cramped) sense of home.

Cost - I thought we had 901 square feet but looking at the floorplans, I now realize that we might've had the 967 square feet version. And they quoted us a promo rate of $650/month ($705 regular price). That's pretty dang reasonable per square foot, even in affordable San Antonio.

Furnace - The A/C might be iffy but the heater sure works. Responsive and effective, even the vaulted ceilings (second floor) don't get in the way - the apartment warms up fast!

Management (appears in both lists) - Decent at times, they established a set official "quiet time" during which if you make too much racket, they'll scold you for it (good!). They also had the philosophy of, make it your home. Put up your pictures, bring in your stove and fridge, etc. You can even paint your walls, just turn them back when you're done.

Amenities (kinda) - big balconies, washer/dryer hookups, vaulted ceilings, fireplace, storage closet on the deck, basic workout room, tennis court, and pool.

Location - close to work, short commute, close to 410 and Northstar Mall. Getting to Whole Foods (or anywhere else) is convenient and quick. Didn't matter what time you left the office after work or whether or not you had to go back - traffic was always the same: relatively light! Walking distance to practically everything (the bank - back when we used banks, HEB, Jay's barber shop, several fast food joints, Las Palapas, a few convenience stores, etc).

Drivers in the area - although some are stupid (and nobody likes to stay on their side of the road), most are down-to-earth, forgiving, and not jackasses. Most did not speed, tailgate, cop a 'tude, or anything else.

Long-term residents - apartment complexes always experience turnover, some complexes more than others. We had our share of people coming and going, but overall we had a relatively stable community.

Security - once we got a security officer on our side of the building, our noise level and Bling (oh good, Firefox still underlines that word in red meaning that it doesn't recognize it!) Factor tanked rapidly (a good thing).

Broadband and TV options - when you live this close in, and in this high a population density, you have plenty of options when it comes to elective utilities because apparently we checked out positively in the companies' cost-benefit analysis. So we can pick between Time Warner, AT&T Uverse, Clearwire (Smearwire), etc. You're not relegated to anything in particular.

Ham Radio capability - Not only were we able to bolt several antennae on the outside of the balcony railing without management noticing or caring, but we're also able to aim and fire at the people we like to talk to - although we're in a hole (topographically this time), we were able to direct enough power in the direction of our friends and we got decent reception.

The Bad:

The Infestations - Even being on the second floor above the ground doesn't help. Roaches, ants, and other bugs all took up residence in our apartment, despite all our efforts to keep it clean and use toxic sprays to repel/kill them.

Lack of remodeling - I'm not obsessed with "change" just for the sake of change - my philosophy is, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. However, some things just need fixing. The place is kinda falling apart - balconies are loose, kitchen fixtures are detaching from the ceiling, the flooring isn't sealed with caulking, the drains are finicky and there are some water leaks, etc.

Overall shape of the place - Lots of scratches, nicks, dents, gouges in the walls, doors, doorframes, and baseboards. The carpet was installed quickly and shoddily, so threads are coming up at the edges by the walls. Did I mention that nobody even sealed the laminate flooring?? And let's talk about the trash (wrappers, empty water bottles, coke cans, bags, etc) that line our bushes out front...and our parking lot...

Management (appears in both lists) - you mean to tell me 1 guy in a tiny 1-bedroom apartment is permitted to take up 4 spaces with the 4 ugliest, most unsightly vehicles in the complex...and there's no policy against this?? And I swear they stopped running background checks or criminal records in May 2010. They might've resumed doing so since then, though, after witnessing the consequences.

Lack of ambiance - yay - I get to look out onto a large parking lot. With hardly a tree in the whole place. I either stare starkly into the sun or starkly away from it. My apartment is a dark shoebox. Instead I get to look across the street at the other dilapidated complexes, with their paint peeling and their window blinds destroyed. Oh lovely.

Allergy factor - Did I mention there are roaches? (They give off plenty of allergens, both into the air and onto surfaces - it's the proteins on their bodies, their egg sacs, and their feces. Hungry yet?) There is also a ton of mold and dust. Vents are filthy, the A/C unit spits out more humidity than cool air, and I'm sure the bare floor never got cleaned before new carpet was put down.

Cutting Corners - Let's install the CHEAPEST A/C unit we can find, nevermind that it's too small for the size of unit we're trying to cool because hey--we don't pay electricity; the tenants do, and who cares about the humidity it puts out because hey--the tenants can always run a dehumidifier, which they ALSO pay for. And, let's not caulk the linoleum. The roaches will need a place to hide.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Two worlds collide

Whenever I'm/we're about to do something fairly hare-brained and crazy (which is often enough that we have indeed established a method), we weigh the pros and cons. Doing so before actually making a final decision is optional.

This time, the decision on the table was not whether or not we were going to move to another apartment, but rather, which, and when.

It did not turn out the way I expected.

Pros of moving:
The old apartment: The Roaches - they have plagued (almost literally) our entire unit, mostly the kitchen. And we're seeing them during the day as well as at night, so you know it's a pretty good infestation, probably involving multiple units. The population is so bad that I was jazzed to only see 3 full-grown roaches today, but that elation was quickly deflated when I realized that 2 of them were outside the kitchen...in places I hadn't previously seen them before. In short, they're traveling further and probably spreading accordingly.

The new apartment, on the other hand, is the cleanest, best-kept apartment I've ever seen. And no, they don't ALL look like that before you move in. There are no crevices or spaces between the ceiling and cabinets that are slowly detaching from said ceiling.

The old apartment: The Hood - we're growing both annoyed and concerned at all the graffiti (old AND new) appearing *everywhere*. Apparently, hoodlums feel they absolutely MUST tag everything in sight as if they owned it. Pathetic. Really? What's the point of tagging a street sign? A utility box on a telephone pole? A dumpster? Ooooh, you claimed that dumpster! That baby is YOURS! You must be proud. Losers.

The new apartment? You're lucky to FIND a dumpster out in the open, much less anything with any graffiti on it at all. It's an upper-scale neighborhood. No gangs tolerated.

The old apartment: The Decay (sort of an offshoot of The Hood) - our entire neighborhood is Apartment Row. Our complex is maybe a step up in caliber from Section 8; although I know some public-assistance housing that actually looks better and has fewer problems! Here's what happened: developers threw some fire-trap shacks together in 1981, painted them to look nice, and....nothing changed. They could barely muster a cosmetic facelift on the exterior every few years. And when they do, they rave: "come check out our new renovation!!" Umm, people don't live on the outside of the apartment, they live on the inside...which still hasn't changed one iota. Also, there are also complaints in online forums of sky-high electric bills despite tiny apartment sizes, due to management's decision to cheap out on air-conditioning units and go with the smallest choice possible. And shall we talk thin walls and shoddy, creaking floors? Yes, you can hear *everything*. And don't even get me started on how the linoleum flooring was laid LAST so it crunches up around the dishwasher and wasn't even bothered to be adhered to the floor with any sort of caulking (yes, it just curls up at the edges, in perfect harmony with roaches' ideal hiding habits).

(The new apartment: See all of the above. Add to that the fact that the new apartment is MUCH more contemporary, without going all hideous HGTV on us.)

The old apartment: The Safety Hazard - since we've been here, there have been multiple fully-involved fires at these complexes. There have been break-ins. There have been arrests. There is a major drug-dealing problem, confined to about two units. Police don't always respond in a reasonable timeframe. And yes, we have now witnessed a gang fight...probably 2 of them.

(The new apartment: See above about the cleanliness and excellent maintenance, and lack of gang activity tolerance.)

The old apartment: The Parking - call me a snob (it's OK, you can do it), but over the past nearly-2 years, I've grown very weary of seeing so many cars parked in premo spaces for weeks on end without moving. A single guy (extremely unkept) owns about 4 absolute piece-of-crap cars, all over 25 years old, and all lacking full coats of paint. Headlights that should close into the hood are stuck open. His ugly-ass mini-van actually had a flat for weeks before he realized it. Tired of our nightly struggle to find decent parking after 5pm, we complained to management. Their response? They didn't even have a set limit on how many parking spaces each unit could occupy at once. No policy whatsoever to enforce.

The new apartment: there is no such parking problem because they actually planned for enough space, and there are hardly any vehicles over 10 years old (in other words, no beaters). In fact, I think our pickup truck is going to be the most beat up vehicle of all of them.

The old apartment: The Dark - we have 3 whole windows. Granted, they're large - 2 patio doors and 1 full-length bedroom window. But it almost resembles tenement housing in the Bronx. And you look out into a parking lot. No trees, no ambiance. Even though we face southeast, and even in the middle of the day (or the morning, even), our apartment is like a black hole. Yes, even with all blinds wide open.

The new apartment: can we say WINDOWS??? The entire west-facing wall of the living room is nothing but quality, solid windows. Both bedrooms AND the kitchen have similar wonderful windows. All face west, with a tree in front. Incoming light from the security lights across the campus will be effectively filtered out by real metal (not nearly-transparent plastic) blinds. Woot!

The Kids' Health - I am fed up with watching Maddie deteriorate in response to being stuffed in what is essentially a shoe box. Half the square footage and maybe 20% of the light that she's used to, she went months without seeing a bird or dead leaf to play with. She's not well. Not too far gone yet, but I think the darkness, the cramped-ness, and the roaches have all gotten to her. It's time to get her the hell out. Murphy too, although he doesn't seem to be so affected. I'm sure the bug infestations aren't helping, though.

With the new apartment, Maddie gets her light and space back, and both cats get OUT of the roaches. She gets a large kitchen, in which she can catch flying kitty crunchies and chase them across the floor, much like playing hockey. We can probably bring her crock pot back and set it on a counter so she can curl up in it again.

Our Health - in addition to darkness, roaches, and God-knows-what-else, the vents haven't been cleaned, so you know they're moldy, which I am seriously allergic to. The carpet is new but is cheap and has given off lots of toxic gas. Smokers moved in downstairs and you can catch a whiff fairly frequently. Dust is EVERYWHERE. And we've had some really dumpy, trashy families with NO PRIDE bring in bugs, including bedbugs (and probably sustained the roaches, too).

Walking through the new apartment, I was TRYING to find the tiniest imperfections to put on the pre-move-in checklist, I simply couldn't find many. I had to mark OK on a lot of the blanks. Never had that happen before. Even the A/C vents were completely clean.

OK, the cons of moving:
The Commute - currently, it's 7 minutes and I never have to touch a main artery, much less a freeway. It doesn't matter when we leave the office because the traffic is the same; we notice no difference.

At the new apartment, our commute almost doubles to 12 minutes, and that's if traffic is free-sailing, which in the afternoon it will be, but at night after closing, it will NOT be. There's no real easy, traffic-free way home, either. Just gotta suck it up or leave at a different time.

Rent - currently, we pay pretty low rent. Our new rent will be about 50% more (more like 33% over what our current unit is priced at right now and thus, where our rent would have increased to had we renewed our lease). Overall, not too bad a jump, but we WILL feel it financially. This will be offset by a much cheaper Time Warner package!

We lose AT&T Uverse - I love my Uverse. I get fantastic download speeds, no internet usage caps, relatively reliable phone service, and an excellent cable lineup, without having to endure all of the pissing contests that Time Warner frequently tangles itself up in. AT&T has been great. However, there is NO fiber-optic broadband capability at all in the new neighborhood. (Why?? Those folks are the perfect market and there's plenty of them!! But I digress...) So, we had to do what I swore we'd never do: go back to Time Warner. We've had it before and couldn't wait to get away. In fact, opted for a more expensive service just so we could get away. We shall see.

No real ham radio capability - at least, not easily. Can't drill holes or sport any obvious antennae. And, we face west--the exact opposite direction. That's going to present quite the challenge. I told hubby that if all else fails I'd drive him to a big hill where we can sit and check into TalkNet from a mobile station. It's a half hour a week. We shall see on this one, too.

Pickier management - this is both good and bad. It's good in that they're picky about who moves here and how they conduct themselves. It's bad in that they're SO picky that they highly discourage anyone from storing even bicycles on the deck (although many residents do). And there is NO drilling any holes for antennae, cable, or satellite. That presents a few obstacles.

But overall, we think the pros of moving far outweigh the cons. Even though the cons are fairly substantial, it's not worth staying in our current building over. In fact, we're so solid in our decision to get the hell out that we are putting our notice in early (before the required 60-day deadline) and vacating our apartment 3 1/2 months early, even if it means paying double rent for that time.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Playlist: I-35 Songs

Lord knows I've done enough driving throughout almost all of the Great State of Texas. Indeed, I've driven almost the entire length of I-35, save for a couple hours on each end - but I *have* done every single mile in between. In the days pre-iPod, we were at the mercy of the local radio band, none of which we were really familiar with. Once we had capacity for obscene amounts of music, we filled it. Here were some of our selections.

"Living in a Magazine" by Zoot Woman
"Midnight Cowboy" by Faith No More
"My First Million" by Human Radio
"Mercy Beat" by Reckless Kelly
"Where's My Thing?" by Rush
"Sideways" by Men Without Hats
"Wherever You Are" by Ulrich Schnauss
"Beat the Time" by Edie Brickell & New Bohemians
"American Remains" by Highwaymen
"Believe" by Bravery
"The Plank" by Buffalo Tom
"Only the Young" by Journey
"Faster Disco" by Faith No More (sorry, I know it appeared elsewhere)
"Right Here, Right Now" by Fatboy Slim
"Dreamland" by Rush
"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado
"Take Shelter" by Active Child
"Take the Wheel" by Deric Ruttan
"Highway Patrol" by Junior Brown
"Dancing in the Moonlight" by Men Without Hats
"A Million Miles Away" by Plimsouls
"Underwater Love" by Faith No More

Playlist: Songs for Houston & I-10 Across South Texas

The stretch of I-10 between San Antonio and Houston is a long one. There aren't nearly as many towns as one might expect along an interstate that major and between two such prominent cities. And in fact, the interstate itself is rather desolate - divided 4-lane all the way, and it might as well be a rural highway, because one can barely tell it's an interstate. It's just a rural highway with limited access and a higher speed limit is all.

At least the scenery is pretty, though, especially once you get past the turnoffs for Lockhart/Luling. So here's a little soundtrack to go along with the vibe.

"La Grange" by ZZ Top
"The Thing That Helps Me Get Through" by Michael Franti & Spearhead
"Run (I'm a Natural Disaster)" by Gnarls Barkley
"These Days" by REM
"Working Man Blues" by Alarm
"Union House Branch" by Alison Krauss & Union Station
"Southbound Again" by Dire Straits
"You're All I've Got Tonight" by the Cars
"Maybe It Won't Last" by Woodentops
"Out at the Pictures" by Hot Chip
"Going On" by Gnarls Barkley
"You Wreck Me" by Tom Petty
"Here & Now" by Steve Vai
"Sleazy" by Village People
"Minutes To Memories" by John Mellencamp
"A Million Things" by Lucy Show
"9-9" by REM
"Who's Gonna Save My Soul" by Gnarls Barkley

Playlist: San Antonio Songs

I've started taking "me" time at night, which usually involves leaving the laptop in my backpack and opting for the iPad instead. This way, I can leave in-progress work projects alone without any temptation to peek at them and instead, I can simply surf the web for pleasure at night in front of the TV. Kinda like Dad with the newspapers and Time/Life magazines of yore.

Along my web-traveling path, I came across a blog in which a post discussed how the author had many song playlists for various themes, events, and moods, but lacked one for being ANGRY. Indeed, there are very few good angry playlists out there. No doubt I'll make my own.

Instead, though, I thought I'd post some various playlists, too, leading off with one unique to San Antonio. This may or may not be all-inclusive and of course, your mileage may vary. To really "get it" you'd probably have to live here.

"Mirando Las Muchachas" by Mexican Institute of Sound
"When It Falls" by Zero 7
"Popcorn" by Hot Butter
"Faster Disco" by Faith No More
"En El Borde" by Soda Stereo
"What Do New York Couples Fight About (Instrumental)" by Morcheeba
"No Place Like Home" by Squeeze
"I Have Seen" by Zero 7
"Get Down Tonight" by KC & the Sunshine Band
"Still In This Thing" by Boomers
"Rock This Town" by Stray Cats
"Mexican Radio" by Wall of Voodoo
"El Gato" by Bon y Los Enemigos Del Silencio
"Eternidad" by La Ley
"Crosses" by Zero 7

Yep, a little dusty boredom, some down-home chillin, a bit of spicy Latino, some musty organic nostalgia, some daydreaming in oppressive heat, and indeed: there's no place like home.