Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

(tasks for the day, that is)

The big thing is that cattitude and I have signed the lease for our new apartment: the realtor picked us up here, drove us to the management company's office in Allston, hung around while we read and then signed things, and then gave us a lift to Harvard Square, because I needed to go to the T-Mobile store there.

The goal of that was to pick up the warranty replacement for my iPhone. I insisted on having them load the data onto the new one, rather than bring it home and use the backup on this machine, because I hadn't tested the backup. First they had to update iOS on the "new" phone (it's a refurbished and allegedly tested used device), which was taking long enough we went to get a bite to eat.

Then we came back, and were still having trouble getting the apps onto the phone, downloading email, etc. We tried various things (none of it very interesting) before concluding that this phone was worse at data than the one that it was supposed to replace, so they're sending the intended replacement back and ordering another. And I am very glad I didn't bring it home before discovering that.

It was 12:30 or so by then, so we stopped into Tea Luxe to caffeinate me before going to the drugstore. I have my prescription, we got razor blades, and I stopped in our garden on the way home and cut a cucumber. A bit small and slightly pale yet, but having had one fruit wither on the vine, I wanted to grab it while the grabbing was good.

Also, the sunflower is starting to bloom (one plant, several more flowers developing) and I picked and ate two cherry tomatoes while waiting for the realtor.

As I said in a (locked) post a few hours ago, I've had better days.

I started the day with an eye exam, though for a change they dilated my eyes enough for their purposes without making it difficult for me to read. After that, I met cattitude for lunch and went with him to a meeting with his financial advisor. ("His" because our finances are only semi-combined, and I deal with my retirement money by handing it to TIAA-CREF and letting them fret so I don't have to.)

That was already feeling like enough of a burden that we went to Tosci's for hot fudge sundaes afterwards. We were eating our ice cream when we got text messages from the landlord, asking if he could call to talk about the apartment, "it's important." I asked Cattitude to text back "we're out, can this wait an hour?" and the landlord said yes.

We got home, he called, and what he wanted to talk about is that we're going to have to move out at the end of August, because he and his family are moving back in here. *sigh* So we're going to be looking at neighborhoods and apartments, and then packing things up again.

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Any Boston-area friends/readers who want to suggest, or warn me against, neighborhoods or realtors, or know someone with a place they're looking to rent, please let me know. We don't drive, so it needs to be near the T or a reliable bus line, but we don't care about the school district. (Also, we have cats, and would prefer few or no stairs.)