Monthly Archive: July 2009

This is the finish line! Go! Go! Go!

Last night, I wrote that today I should be ready to act at a moment’s notice. So, I decided to head in to work early. I figured that if I had to leave early at least arriving early meant that I’d get some work done. I spent a good part of the morning feeling a little bit on edge. At one point I was actually hesitant to head to the washroom. I didn’t want to have to answer the phone while holding my junk, know what I mean? By about 10:45 the morning had already dragged on for a long time. Still nothing. I was getting hungry so I walked over to the vending machine. It’s within eyesight, so it was really just a few steps from the desk. When I got back to my desk I came to find my cell phone glowing. Apparently I missed a call. DAMN. Eternal vigilance is a failure when you’re not eternally vigilant. Luckily, a message was left on my voicemail. It was the news I’d been waiting to hear. Whoo! Apparently all of the documents were ready and they were just being processed at the bank branch. The mortgage specialist told me that the bank would be calling me shortly to arrange for me to come in to sign the papers.

The period between that voicemail and the bank’s call seemed to drag on forever. I was trying to get some work accomplished, but my concentration was obviously elsewhere. I spent much energy just sending signals out to the universe indicating that the call should come sooner rather than later. I did eventually get that call, and scheduled myself for an appointment in-branch an hour from the call. Just for my lawyer’s benefit I called her to tell her that I was going to drive in to sign the papers. She told me: “can you go any earlier?” Well, it was at that point that I felt like I was in a race of sorts. I left work in a rush and got on the streetcar. It’s kind of hard to have a “Go! Go! Go!” state of mind on something like a streetcar. So, because of that I pretty much mellowed out for the rest of the trip to my car.

Anyway, long story short, I made it to the bank, signed the papers, and within hours they were faxed over to my lawyer’s place. And within an hour after that I was at her place signing all of the appropriate sheets.

So, that’s that. The trouble is over! There doesn’t seem to be much left to do other than pack over the weekend. I’ve jumped the last hurdle and now the finish line is nigh. This is it!

Cutting it close

I’m cutting it a bit close right now. So far, the mortgage hasn’t been signed because the paperwork is still being drawn up. I got a call from my lawyer earlier this afternoon. She set off a little bit of panic in me. She was telling me: if I don’t have the papers signed soon and over to her, the builder might not be able to hand over keys on Tuesday. See, Monday is a holiday. That leaves tomorrow as the last day to get things in. Gaaaaaah!

So my lawyer told me to call my mortgage dealer to get a status. I sheepishly called in to her and she was really nice about it all. At the same time though, she was stressing the point that this is what happens when you do the mortgage stuff late. It wasn’t accusatory, but more of a lamentation: “That’s the nature of the beast.” See, in my case, I had actually started the mortgage process slightly early. Thing is, there was a small bottleneck. A particular document was required that I didn’t have on me. So, I put a request out to the builder’s office. Despite several emails, it took three weeks to get copy of that thing! Crazy! I still find it hard to believe that something like that set me back by so many weeks. Well, there wasn’t a flurry of activity up until the past day or two. And now…it’s all a big rush to just get things done. Damn! It wasn’t supposed to be this way!

So, there’s now a rush to get my mortgage docs done at the bank. As soon as I get the call, I’m going to leave work and hustle over the the bank. Once there, the docs have to get to my lawyer, who’ll then get in touch with the builder’s lawyer. If all goes well, hopefully the builder will still be able to give me my keys on Tuesday. If not…well…what else can I do, right? It’s out of my hands.

Really, I’ve been really antsy since this afternoon. I don’t want things to go wrong! As the day wore on at work, I could feel my stress levels rising. It was horrible; I wasn’t able to concentrate on work. It wasn’t until I took a few moments to calm down a little bit that I put it all into context. So, if I’m suddenly unable to get my keys on Tuesday, it’s likely that the worst that can happen is that I will have to get my keys on Wednesday. That isn’t so bad, really. If it happens early enough on Wednesday, I won’t have to miss my elevator appointment. If I have to, it’s not even like I have that much to move. Sure, it’s not really a problem but certainly it’d be a joy-killer. If it gets bumped to Thursday, that’s a totally different story. My appliances are set to arrive on that day. If I don’t have my keys, I’ll be triply- screwed.

Well, I suppose there’s no point in worrying now. Tomorrow, I will just have to be ready to act at a moment’s notice. I’ll be ready!

Pre-delivery inspection

The whole condo process has been pretty long and drawn out: years in the making, really. As such, each time I reached a new milestone, as much as each was pretty cool, they didn’t really hype the excitement level by a particularly large amount. OK sure, settling on a mortgage was a big event in my life, but it doesn’t have that…punch. Know what I mean? Well, finally, something has come along that kind of has that big wow factor. This morning I went through my PDI (pre-delivery inspection). Prior to this date, I could only imagine how the condo would look. I knew the layout, and what finishes I chose. I had a nice image in my mind, but at the same time it was all rather nebulous. This PDI was my chance to take those images and crystallize them in my head.

I parked my car by the station and walked to the building. As I walked along side, I could see that there were people already living on the lower floors. Some of the windows already had blinds. Some suites had furniture. I don’t think I saw anyone in the units, but perhaps people living on the ground level have just gotten good at camouflage. Heh. Well, it’s not like I was staring in. Anyway, I felt rather dwarfed by the building. I usually just drive by it, so I never really had a chance to get a sense of the building’s size. It’s not so tall that the proportion of concrete and steel to human is overwhelming. See, the building is only a few floors high–it’s not overwhelming at all. The result is that…it’s like…the building is in the realm of stuff that I can still compare myself to. As a result, it feels massive. Did that make sense at all? It’s kind of hard to explain.

As I neared the front entrance, I saw a woman in a hardhat waiting by the front entrance. I presumed that she was the inspector that would be accompanying me. Indeed she was. I shook her hand and in we went. She told me that this would be more of an orientation than anything else. As I entered the lobby, that’s when it really started hitting me: wow…I’m going to be living here very shortly. HOLY CRAP. I had my bag with me. I was smart enough to carry my camera with me so I asked if I would start taking pictures. She obliged and let me start snapping at this and that. I was a freaking kid in a candy store. Look at that! What’s that over there? Oh! Oh! Oh! Really, can you blame me? She took me around the lobby area and showed me the mailboxes and the garbage area. The interior really felt spacious. I was expecting something a little bit more cramped, but I was pleasantly surprised. I was also kind of disoriented. My mind was overloaded, really. She took me to the basement to see my parking spot. It’s my luck that I got a great spot close to the elevator bay. Whoo! As much as the basements were interesting though, they weren’t the reason I came. Soon enough we were on our way to my suite.

When we got to my floor, the first thing I noticed was that the area by the elevators was spacious! No kidding. The ceilings were high and there was enough room to swing a cat if I wanted to. There I was still snapping photos of this and that when the inspector allowed me to be the one to open the door to my unit. I’d forgotten how I was in close proximity to the elevator. In my mind I imagined the hallways to be cramped, but no, this building is pretty decent. Anyway, as my hand reached for the knob, I could feel my heart beginning to race. With a good turn, I opened the door, and whoooooa. I was floored.

All of the imagined images were shattered at that moment. What I saw was a bright, spacious, and well-dressed unit. No kidding. The hardwood floors, the selections I made for the kitchen, the tiles, the countertop–it all just came together. Before I saw all of the upgrades as kind of just bits and pieces here and there. I made some damn good choices though. In the unit was one of the many tradespeople around the building site. He told me that everything looked really great. Sure, it’s sort of his job to say that, but the way he said it made me believe him. He said that it was a good size and good look for a single guy. I agree. The inspector said that the kitchen look was very masculine, and yet a woman could live there. Looks like I struck the perfect balance then.

She took me through the rooms and explained all of the controls in detail. I was listening intently, but to be honest there was just so much information that I couldn’t retain it all. Luckily she left me with enough reading material to last me a long while. I just couldn’t get over the fact that all of that would be mine in short time. According to that widget on the right: 6 days.

When it was all over, and all of the forms were signed, I left in a mild state of shock. I mean, I was still trying to process everything that I had seen. Really was a lot to take in in the span of an hour. This whole home-ownership thing is reality. There really is no question about it anymore. Seriously, next week is going to be one hell of a week.

Ear to the ground

My ear’s to the ground,
and I hear distant rumbling.
Changes be afoot.

Seeing who blinks first.
Think some will just move onward:
Got bored of waiting.

Looking for some peace.
Seeking what all humans want:
Appreciation.

Not sure what to do!
Uncertainty weighs heavy.
Burden will break us.

Making us stagnant.
Meanwhile we’ll keep on going.
Life: never simple.

The fork

Maybe I don’t want to admit it, but I’m sort of approaching a fork in the road. It’s still off in the distance, but I can see myself approaching it whereas before it was all lost in the deep fog of the distant future. Am I going to stay on the path I’m on, or shift to something new? I’m accustomed to the gravel on the road I’m on, but perhaps I’m wanting the mulch on the other path. Would it be such a loss if I find out that the gravel is what my legs are suited for?

What am I fearing?

Am I fearing that once I pass this fork the paths will never cross again? I have to realize that life hardly works that way. Chances are that the paths will cross again. If I don’t choose the other path now maybe I’ll be ready next time. I don’t know…

I wish I had the answers.

Running log: 2009/07/26

It’s almost the end of the day and I’m still dealing with the remnants of a post-run headache that’s been dogging me since about 2 p.m. Yeah, I’ve written about those headaches a couple of times and yet I haven’t done much to try to figure out how combat them. They still persist. Earlier today I felt like I had a metallic spike driven through my head going from temple to temple. How pleasant! I actually posted a question to my Twitter followers regarding ideas on how to stave off these headaches besides Tylenol and sleep. It was suggested that on the night before I have to work harder on achieving a better level of hydration. Well duh. God knows why I’m not doing that, you know? Next Saturday I’ll load up on water and eLoad. We’ll see how I feel on Sunday morning.

There was another issue this morning that kind of compounded all of these issues. I think I’m under-trained for this point in the training for the half-marathon. Today we were scheduled for 12K. That’s all great, I mean I’ve done that distance so many times before. And it’s not like it’s 16K or 18K which require a good amount of effort. No…what’s 12? That’s how I felt going in. It’s too bad that I didn’t take into account the fact that I haven’t been doing the required long runs lately. I don’t think it’s that I’ve been lazy. It’s just that I’ve been so focused on my LTR class that any more running after that just didn’t seem like something I had time for. Generally, as a rule of thumb, one should not increase weekly mileage by more than 10% a week in order to prevent injury. Last week, on Sunday I ran 5.5K with the class. As you can see, the jump was not 10% at all. The result? Well, I didn’t get injured, but I certainly had a rough time during the run.

The route for this morning was particularly hilly. There’s this one road along the way that had several uphill approaches. We took several of them. The heat was particularly strong due to the humidity. My shirt was completely soaked. I was feeling fine until about midway. That’s when I was really starting to feel the effects of the heat. Every time I stopped for a light I actually felt a little off-balance. I swear, if I wasn’t conscious about my condition I would have probably tipped over. That’s how bad it was. In the last three kilometres, I just ran out of gas. I was kind of embarrassed. This should not have been an issue! I kept on trying to force it, but every few hundred metres I reverted back to walking for a bit. In the last kilometre I thought “screw it” and just walked it in. Someone asked me how I’d rate my run, with 1 being the worst and 10 being the best. I told her that it was between a 2 and 3–maybe 2.2. Brutal!

So, all right, I have to acknowledge the fact that yes, we are now in the summer running season. On these long runs I have to wear a tank because a t-shirt is just too hot. I should search for my headbands again. I have to acknowledge that these runs will be tougher than they were during the winter and spring seasons. I need to catch up on my training. Next week’s run will be 14K, which shouldn’t be so bad. Most of all, I need to be better prepared. I need to bring more water than I need, and gels even if I think I might not need them. I’m determined not to have two crappy Sunday runs in a row.

Scrambling for substitutes

Just re-learned a quick lesson that someone like me that bakes/cooks should know by now. If you plan on making something, before you even begin, make sure you have all ingredients on hand. Don’t assume that you have something stashed away. Measure it all out and set it aside. I mean, one you start assembling it, there’s no turning back. If you find that you’re missing something, you’ll end up searching high and low for substitutes. If you’re lucky, or have a bit of an baking-MacGyver thing going on, you might just be able to eke something out. At least, that’s what happened to me tonight.

After a dinner consisting of pizza and sweet potato fries I decided to slap together something quick and easy. In terms of baking, one of the easier recipes I have on hand is the lemon square recipe. There are two components to it: the cookie base and the flavoured part on top. A while ago, I figured out that the flavoured part could easily be changed up to something other than lemon. I’ve tried oranges long ago. That was all right, but nothing special–preferred lemon to this. I tried strawberries last year but I didn’t get the proportions right so I ended up with some off-colour reddish goo. Sure, it tasted great, but it wasn’t something I’d be proud of. By far, the most successful substitution that I’ve done for this recipe is crème de menthe. That was done only a few weeks ago. The results were so minty and refreshing. They were simply awesome, so I told myself that it was a recipe that I wanted to nail down and perfect. Tonight was my second go at it.

So, after softening some butter I started hunting for icing sugar. The base is basically three components: flour, icing sugar, and butter. Simple, right? I knew that we had a new bag of icing sugar lying around somewhere but I couldn’t find it at all. I searched everywhere but had no luck. Instead of giving up though, knowing that icing sugar is also known as powdered sugar, I decided to take some regular sugar and grind it down. I required a half cup of it and luckily I had just enough to meet the requirement. Once it was down to a fine powder, I added it to the mix. Great!

As the base was in the oven, I started working on the top component. I cracked four eggs and started hunting for sugar. Would have been fine except…I had used the sugar for the icing sugar. Crap! Usually we have a bag of sugar stocked in the pantry. I was relying on it being there, but I was out of luck. I ended up having to cobble together something from a bit of white sugar, organic sugar, light brown sugar and dark brown sugar. Yeah, we had all of those on hand in small quantities. I had enough to make the required two cups, but if I’m being honest I’m a little bit concerned how the different sugar is going to affect the flavour.

It’s now out of the oven. I’m going to let it rest overnight before cutting it up. Hopefully it turns out OK. Sure, it wasn’t exactly an ideal test run but relying on my baking ingenuity was rather cool. Yeah yeah, I shouldn’t have had to, but no matter.

Taking the first step…

Sorry, I’m going to be writing in veiled-speak because…well…duh.

Amid all of the sad news and stagnation, I actually took my first step in putting myself in a more favourable position. It felt liberating if anything because in the past I always seemed to have an excuse as to why I couldn’t take the reins. It’s true though, I mean, with a lot of big life changes looming and the economy at a low point I don’t really have as much wiggle room as I’d like. Even so, the act of taking the first step is needed.

So, this weekend I’m going to spend time getting some things in order, which is something that someone’s been nagging me to do for months. I really have no other reason to delay this any longer, no?

As I take more and more steps, I kind of envision the whole thing as happening like a snowball rolling down a hill. It starts off slow, but as it picks up weight and momentum it starts going faster. Or perhaps I can compare it to a katamari that starts out by only being able to pick up small things like cats until it grows to the point where it can pick up skyscrapers. OK, so I’m sure that went over the heads of a good bunch of you. So, all right, it’s an excuse to post a video of someone growing a katamari to 300 metres.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwhFH75OCDs

I’m not sure where any of this will take me. I know that my future is in my hands. Ultimately it’s up to me.

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