Category Archive: the condo

Anchoring to the wall

Jesus, man. I bought some vertical blinds earlier today. As soon as I got back home from my run that was pretty much the first thing I started work on. I started drilling the brackets into the walls and in about 20 minutes the blinds were up and looking…well…as good as can be expected. When I added the valance, I noticed that it was a little bit droopy. Upon closer look, I realized that the brackets were starting to come out of the walls. The screws just weren’t strong enough.

God, how stupid of me! It’s a lesson that I’ve really only learned recently, but regardless it’s important enough for me to just know. Drywall alone cannot hold a screw in place when the screw bears a heavy load. That’s a recipe for disaster! If the screw needs to hold weight, it needs an anchor in the wall. The anchors tend to reinforce the screw, preventing it from slipping out easily.

So, with the brackets slipping out I decided to take it all down. I started undoing the nuts holding the bar up. After taking down two of three, the bar started tipping. My arms got a good workout trying to hold the bar up while I tried to get the third one down. The screw for the third bracket actually broke in half. Just great, eh?

Anyway, I’ve drilled some bigger holes in the wall and put in some anchors. I need to hammer them in, but since it’s late I’m going to wait until morning. What’s another night without blinds, right? Thing is, my living room is now a complete disaster zone. No matter, I guess; it shouldn’t last long this way. I kind of lament that every time I try to be handy something goes awry. I know that this type of thing is something that really only comes with practice, but it still irks the heck out of me. Argh!

Another Ikea haul

How is it that I’ve been frequently running out of time as of late? Fascinating. What’s the deal today? Well, I met up with my friend and we went to Ikea to shop for some decor. While there I made it one of my intentions to partake of the Swedish meatballs that everyone seems to talk about. Well gee, now I know why: those things were damn good. I even got a back of frozen ones to cook here at home.

I suppose I tried not to overdo it with the spending, but I still managed to get a good haul. I was originally planning on getting a matching Årstid table lamp to go with the floor lamp on the other side of the couch. Instead, my friend convinced me to go with a Böja lamp in the natural colour. I totally wouldn’t have chosen that at all on my own, but now that it’s in place, holy crap, it adds so much character to the living room. That alone would look out of place, but…I think we got enough other pieces to tie it in.

We got over to where the cushions are and after having a good look around I decided to get a pair of red Edit cushion covers. Remember how long ago I kind of wanted an autumn-type palette? I think I’m starting to get the ball rolling on that. So, combined with the two other cream cushions I got last Thursday the couch is looking better and better; in the words of my friend: it’s not as emo.

So, now I’ve got some weird red cushions and a weird wicker lamp. What am I doing to being it all together? Remember that bookcase I got about two weeks ago? I decided to get inserts for two of the sections. For one, I got a red wooden Expedit insert. For the other I got a Branäs basket. So yeah: red, wicker, it all makes sense.

I think.

I suppose I’m risking a bit of a hodge podge thing going on, but the thought’s there. Right now I have to tidy up because it’s kind of a mess in here with packaging strewn about. No matter, though. I’m just happy to have another layer of decor in place. Again, this place is feeling more and more comfortable.

Living room at night 2009/09/04

Get it done!

About a month into my living here, I’ve made attempts to get just about everything in order, right? Hence the rush to get furniture down and get the place to a presentable state. I’ve done a decent job, for sure; there’s no doubting that. There are a few things though that I’ve just been lazy to finish off or take care of. The easiest example I can think of is the dishwasher and the fridge. Yeah, the dishwasher still isn’t connected at all. I mean, with just me doing my thing there really isn’t any need to be washing big loads of dishes. Heaven help me if the pile ever gets to that point, you know? Usually, I’m really good with doing the dishes right after cooking and eating. Frankly, I just can’t stand the idea of grubby dishes, with bits of food just drying in the sink. The practical reason is that when the food bits are dry they’re just a big pain to get off, right? The dishwasher sits there, still with some of the shipping packaging foam in place.

One day I’m going to call a plumber in to connect the dishwasher. I’m going to have to if I want the fridge hooked up properly. Yup. Ever since the incident the water line to the fridge remains inactive. I’ve been conserving ice knowing that it might be a while before I get it fixed. I suppose the plumber can take care of that as well after he’s done with the dishwasher.

After getting the kitchen stuff done, I guess I can relax. Though, relaxing in here hasn’t been entirely private. As of yet, I still haven’t gotten around to getting someone to come in and put blinds on my bedroom windows and my patio door. Frankly, since I’m on the top floor and my unit faces a bit of a wooded area across the street, privacy hasn’t really been an issue. I’ve really been free to roam around here pantsless. As for the bedroom, since the beginning I’ve had a bed sheet up. That’s what I’ve been user as a tentative window covering. Sure, it gets the job done, but honestly I’d better get something proper soon. At night, the window and sheet glows orange due to the street lights. The glow is rather unnatural. In fact, just last night in the middle of the night I woke up a little bit in shock to find someone lying in bed. I kind of freaked out, at the thought of there being a stranger in here. And why was the person against an alien glowing orange background? It took me a moment to realize that I was actually seeing myself silhouetted against the window, reflected in a mirror. How messed up is that? I actually scared myself. Lame!

I’ve told myself that the week off that I took will be the time I’ll use to get all of these things done. Who knows? I might do it all, or I might not. Actually, I’ll be mighty disappointed if I don’t get it all done. I need to show myself that I do place importance on my living space, and that yes, I do matter. Enough is enough, damn it.

Leaking down two floors

Yesterday I touched on the fact that something bad happened at the condo the other day. I’m really trying to get everything done correctly. I’m doing my best to make sure that my experiences here are good ones, right? Still, with so many good things going on, I guess something was bound to happen to get my head out of the clouds.

So, yesterday while I was at work I received a call on my cell. Turns out it one of the building’s head builders. After exchanging greetings with her, it was obvious that something was up. When she told me that there was a problem with my suite my heart sank.

What could have gone wrong?
What did I do?
Did I do something irresponsible?

In just a few brief moments so many scenarios played through my head. After some thought though I was able to narrow it down to a few probable causes. When the builder explained, my fears were confirmed. Apparently the fridge water line was leaking. The resulting water had gone down two floors. Fuck! Due to this, they had to enter the suite and shut off the valve to the fridge water line. That in itself didn’t bother me at all. I mean, it’s a good thing that they went in to prevent further damage. I asked how bad it was and they said “Oh, it’s bad. I mean it went down two floors.” At that point I just became muddled and couldn’t concentrate. I’ve been doing my best to be a good neighbour. The fact that something originating in my suite had caused the issue just about killed me.

When I regained some clarity of mind, I asked her what the damage was like. She said that there was some water damage on the wall behind the fridge. Most likely I’d experience some swollen baseboards. Fine. Nothing that can’t be addressed, right? I asked about the damage downstairs. She told me that fortunately the damage was only to the corridor. Nothing happened to any of the suites below mine. Thank GOD. Since it was just to the common areas, it meant that I wouldn’t have to cover any repairs. Still, I felt kind of bad knowing that the fuck up was on my head. After the phone call I went straight back home from work to survey the damage. I didn’t think it was horrible, but you could tell that something happened behind the fridge.

What went wrong? Well, if you recall, a bunch of us worked together to connect that line a few weekends ago. The first time we did it I didn’t tighten the nuts enough so it kind of splashed all over. We shut off the water and I tightened the hell out of the nut. Hells yeah, it was secure. When we opened the valve, there was no spraying at all. I was satisfied that things were secure, so we pushed the fridge back. At that point we had every reason to be self-congratulatory. I mean, wow, connecting that thing was actually pretty cool. From that point though, I must have moved the fridge back and forth a couple of times. The movement must have loosened the copper pipe connection, thus spraying all over. Thing is, I didn’t even know there was an issue. There was no hissing. There wasn’t a big huge puddle on the kitchen floor. No, there was nothing. How would I have known unless I became paranoid and checked behind the fridge a few times? And in doing so, wouldn’t that make the problem worse? Bah. I don’t know what happened, and I’m sure I will never know. Anyway, that’s a lesson learned, isn’t it? The builder told me that I should get a plumber to come in and connect it. They would know how to make it all entirely secure. Well after the fact, of course, I’m inclined to agree. I completely recognize that the problem could have been a whole lot worse. So, I’m glad knowing that this episode came to pass with minimal effects.

Keeping it clean

It was expected that this day would come. My aunts from New York are over at my parents’ place, visiting for the week. And of course, they wanted to come over to the condo as a group just to have a look at my new digs. Today, as soon as I got home from work I rushed to get the rest of my place in order. I’d done a fair bit of cleaning the night before, but there was still a good amount of stuff that needed to be put away. I swept, scrubbed, tidied, or stashed away anything that was out of place. Really, if I’m being honest, that was kind of a tough task. I mean, I don’t necessarily have a lot of free storage around here yet to be able to make things look perfectly orderly. When moving to a new place, how often does someone make storage a top priority? It’s rare, isn’t it? Usually, appliances and furniture come first. Anyway, I still managed to at least fake a sense of being orderly. The condo has never looked this clean. Actually, that’s not true: I’m sure it was much neater before I moved in. For the purposes of my example though, that doesn’t count! No matter what, I wanted to at least show my family that I’m making the effort for them.

Yeah, sure, it’s just family, right? They’re very much aware about just how messy I can be. It wasn’t uncommon for them to make comments about just how easy it was to start a fire in my room if they wanted to, or how there weren’t any places to step on the floor. Sure, there’s a bit of hyperbole to those statements, but it’s all grounded in truth. Yes, I acknowledge that I did a piss-poor job keeping my areas clean when I was with my parents. It’s not like I was expecting them to take care of any of it for me. No. I think I probably didn’t take any pride in keeping things clean over there. In contrast, consider this place that I got with my own money. I sure as hell don’t plan on letting this place become a sty.

Did I accomplish my mission? From what I can tell they were impressed, though I’m sure they were just happy to see my place. I didn’t want them to go away thinking “yeah…Jason hasn’t changed a bit.” I mean, I really am changing. I think my maturity levels are moving along nicely. The added responsibility of maintaining a place has probably worked wonders on me, and why not, right? I think I’m now past the quarter-life crisis thing. I can worry and angst about various things, but ultimately I know that I have to perform. That’s the way the world works.

Not enough hours in the day

It’s been a long day. It’s becoming frequent now that I’m getting that feeling of not having enough hours in the day to deal with all of the stuff I want and need to do. Is that a factor of having a more adult life? Perhaps, right? I have relatives visiting tomorrow so I need to spend a few hours getting things organized and a bit more presentable. However…with work and all, where am I going to find time for that? Argh!

Anyway, in the meantime, I’m posting some pictures of the current state of my living room. This is with the Expedit items and the Årstid lamp. Yes, it’s a little bit heavy looking, but once I add accessories and cushions the look should balance out. As for the bookcase, it does seem a bit big, doesn’t it? It’s all right though, I seem to need the space to store all of my things. I put some of my hardhats in there as part of makeshift decor. Don’t mind the TV stand. Yeah, it stands out, but for the moment it gets the job done.

First Ikea experience

Maybe it’ll surprise you, but up until today I had never stepped foot inside an Ikea. With the idea of picking up a coffee table in mind, my mother (who had come to visit to help get my place organized) and I ventured over to the North York location to have a peek around. I had no idea what to expect. As we approached the place, the building looked enormous. Immediately, I kind of felt dwarfed by the scale of it. I parked on the upper deck and we ventured down to the front entrance. As I walked to the front I couldn’t help but notice just how crowded the place was on a Saturday afternoon. I have never seen a furniture place that packed, you know? I passed a lot of families with their little kids in tow. I swear, you’d think they we were all heading into an amusement park. Maybe I was imagining it, but there was some palpable excitement among the kiddies. On my first step in, the fact that I saw kids playing in a ball pit made me laugh out loud. Yup, the magic happens inside.

So my mother and I were wandering around the showroom, kind of ooh-ing and aah-ing at some of the merchandise. Sure, there are some items there that kind of look inexpensive, but if you pick the right item you’ll get that whole clean-line modern thing without much fuss. Now, yesterday I said I was eyeing the Ramvik or the Klubbo coffee tables. When I finally got to see it for myself, I realized that the Klubbo was far too low to the ground for my liking, and the Ramvik was just way too chunky. Even the fact that the Ramvik had storage was not enough to make me want it. However, then I saw a black-brown version of the Expedit coffee table. It was thick, sufficiently chunky, and looked sturdy. The glass on top gave it a bit more character. At that point I knew that if I were to get a table, that would be the one. So, I pencilled it onto my Ikea sheet. It just so happened that beside the coffee table they had the corresponding side table. I figured that if I got the coffee table it would probably be a good idea to just get the side table as well. At $60, why not? I pencilled that in, too. I wasn’t intending on getting a bookcase either, but when I saw the 4×2 bookcase and noticed that it was also Expedit, I just decided to pencil it in as well. I don’t know if I intended to actually buy all of that from the get go, but I figured that writing down what I wanted wouldn’t hurt.

Well, my mother and I wound our way through the store. We tried to minimize the impulse stuff as much as we could, though I did end up getting an Årstid floor lamp as well. We eventually got to that self-pick up area with the flat-pack boxes. Right by the entrance was the bookcase. Sweet mercy, that thing was freaking heavy. I was already wondering how the heck we were going to bring it home. As we went around, the boxes piled up. The cart was heavily loaded. Every time there was a slight slope, the cart really started rolling out of my control. That’s how heavy everything was. All in all, I ended up paying $365 for the day, which, in my mind, seemed obscenely cheap for all the stuff I got.

When we got back to my car, my mother and I sort of had to play Ikea Tetris just to get all of the items to fit into my car. She had all of her training lifting heavy patients at the hospital. Even though I knew that, I was still quite impressed with her ability to lift things to get them in. That bookcase package wasn’t light at all. I’m also impressed with the Corolla. I knew that it was good at holding cargo because of the fact that I was able to stuff all of my boxes in there during my move. Still, the fact that I got all of the furniture in there just amazed me. I really did a lot of heavy lifting today. Moving has that effect, no? Part of me wishes that this process is on-going because this necessary weight lifting must be doing something good for me (or so I’d like to think).

So, it’s late on a Saturday now. All of the furniture is assembled and I swear, my living room is now looking like a proper living room. Yes, there’s more stuff, but no, it’s not cramped. Everything goes well together, and that makes me happy. Very soon, I’m going to start work on softening up the room. I’m a little afraid that all of the pieces together might be a little overwhelming. Maybe adding cushions and other textures to the couch will help. We’ll see.

Yup. It’s been yet another productive weekend.

So much trouble for a coffee table

In terms of interior decoration, one common message that just about everyone has been telling me is that I should be in no hurry to fill my place. I really need to take the time to pick out pieces and personal touches that I truly want to represent what I’m all about. I agree with that notion. I don’t think I’ll get around to putting more personal touches in my place until I have everything else put away. In my living room I still have a couple of boxes of stuff lying around. I would have emptied them by now but there simply isn’t any place to put the stuff. So there they sit, making my habitation of this space look more transitional than anything else. That’s OK. I’ll know I’ll eventually get things put away.

The next thing that I’ve really been stressing out about as of late has been the addition of a coffee table. I mean, last weekend I picked out a nice rug. Since then I’ve been trying to figure out what would go with the couch and rug. I have some ideas. In truth though, I’ve really been focusing my attention on the stuff at Ikea. Why? Well, I figure that it’s easy enough to pick something out from that place and then take it home for quick assembly. In other furniture stores I’d have to stick around the place for delivery, and given the state of work over the next week or two that’s time that I just can’t give up. The few options that I’ve really been throwing around have been the Ramvik table or the Klubbo table. Why? Both have the whole clean line thing going on which I think would fit well with the couch.

I am going to use this time to apologize to my friends for the past few days. I’ve really been bouncing ideas off of so many people. There have been a variety of opinions, but in the end all have been valuable in helping me figure out what I want. Thing is, I still don’t know what I want! Yes, I’m going to give it a bit more time, but I should settle sooner rather than later. The reason for that is that if I drag it on for much longer I’m going to go absolutely insane.

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