Home inside the Beltline

The other day I walked in the door to hear Kelly describing her hectic day spent driving to North Raleigh and back.

“I’m done with North Raleigh!” she declared with a grin.

Having made many trips myself driving up and down Capital Boulevard during the move, I knew what she meant. Our perspective on distances has really changed.
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Wine and cheese redux

I know the Carolina fan who reads the blog won’t be happy, but its gotta be said. While once I thought they were getting better, Carolina fans are still very much the “wine and cheese” crowd that Sam Cassell labeled them. Witness the response when the men’s basketball team returns to Chapel Hill Sunday afternoon following their Final Four loss to Kansas. News reports said “dozens” of UNC fans were there to greet the team as it returned home.

Dozens? UNC is the second-largest university in the state and was one game away from playing for the national championship and mere “dozens” of UNC fans were there to thank their team?

Only on the bandwagon when the team is winning. Pathetic. The river of Carolina fandom is miles wide and an inch deep.

Downtown help is definitely available

I walked up to the office just as two police cars were driving up to the corner of Fayetteville Street and Hargett Street. From what I gather, a man on a scooter ran into a pedestrian walking along Fayetteville Street, knocking him down but not seriously injuring him.

While I was glad the man was okay, I was amused at the amount of response his injury garnered. There were two police cars, a firetruck, an ambulance, and a half-dozen cops on bikes that showed up. One of the first cops on the scene began dispersing the bike cops by giving them the classic “there’s nothing to see here” line, after which some appeared somewhat embarrassed.

Wet revelation

In 1999, Kelly and I got married and moved in right between two hurricanes: Dennis and Floyd. We spent our first night in our Garner home right as Floyd was passing over. I’ll never forget us hunkering down in our sleeping bags on the floor of the den as the wind and rain howled. We wondered what kind of luck we had moving in the middle of a tropical storm, but it showed us some things early in our home-owning experience that were better to know immediately.

Like how the roof of our Garner home leaked.
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Shuffled away

A few weeks back I began jamming to music provided by my leet Raritan-branded iPod Shuffle I brought back from China. One morning in a fit of extra cautiousness, I decided to tuck my iPod into my pocket when I left my car. Not that anyone would necessarily break into my car to steal a $25 iPod, but I was new to downtown and didn’t know the area.

Well, wouldn’t you know it, somewhere between my car and the office, I lost my iPod. It fell out of my pocket or something, I guess. Serves me right for being paranoid.

I remain my own worst enemy when it comes to losing things.

Beatification

I was looking into what Raleigh’s Neighborhood Improvement Grant program might do for my new neighborhood, so I wanted to see what kind of programs were being supported by other local governments.

I think I found one that tops them all. Cary’s grant (Cary Grant?) can be used for beatification:

The goals of the Neighborhood Improvement Grant Program are to improve the health of Cary’s neighborhoods by addressing needs through the active involvement of the neighborhood residents themselves. Specific goals include:

  • Improve neighborhood organization and pride by encouraging more resident involvement in addressing neighborhood issues and needs.
  • Leverage both Town and neighborhood resources towards addressing neighborhood issues.
  • Improve community aesthetics by encouraging physical improvements in Cary’s neighborhoods such as beatification programs, environmental enhancements and neighborhood clean-ups.
  • Maintain or improve property values in the neighborhood.

I know it might cross the line between church and state, but I think it would be pretty cool to ascend to Heaven and have people pray to me and stuff.

Our last week on Hobhouse Circle

Today marks the beginning of our very last week here at 8321 Hobhouse Circle. We close on our new home on Friday and the moving trucks crank up Saturday morning. While I’m excited about the possibilities our new home will bring, I am also going to miss this house. Its been so good to us.

Kelly and I have discussed this before, how we couldn’t wait to leave our Garner home and didn’t ever regret that move. It was nothing against Garner but more particular to our house, or more specifically our neighborhood, I suppose. We had no sidewalks and no front porch there. We didn’t have the chance to meet our neighbors the way we do here. Even though our new neighborhood has no sidewalks, our home has a porch and our home sits right next to an active pathway into the next neighborhood.
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Train visits near the end of the line

Co And Don

Just after the kids went to bed tonight we had a southbound CSX train work its way down our track. Knowing my backyard train watching chances will soon be over, I hopped up from the living room for one more pass. As I watched from the warm moonlit deck, I saw the train driver wait until he was past our yard before he throttled up again.

The crew was tiptoeing through our neighborhood. Seeing that kinda choked me up.
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