An Epic Journey
March 4, 2010
I’m sitting here in our new rental place, a townhouse, posting my blog for the first time in forever. Since we moved and had no internet at home, Husband has been posting the blog for me. Didn’t want to risk it at the new job and all, so everyday, I have sent him an email full of my rantings and he is the sweetest husband ever for posting them. But, now kids, I’m back! Today we not only got internet at home, but we also got cable! Woohoo! I cannot tell you how much I’ve missed Food Network, HGTV and E. It’s hard to live without such luxuries. Tonight, I watched E News and loved every minute of that trash.
Here’s an update of what’s been going on over the last week or so. One, we moved. Obviously. Last night, we packed most of our things from the Monroe house, which was way too big for us, and drove ourselves to Charlotte where we are now the proud leasers of a townhouse that’s a bit too small for all of our crap. Including our king sized bed, which is very disappointing. Oh well.
We got here last night around 8:45, and as soon as we walked in, Dog promptly took a big dump right in the middle of the kitchen floor. Actually, it was more like two dumps or maybe he was just spreading the wealth of one big one. Either way, there it was. A big deuce on our shiny new floor. I hope that wasn’t a sign.
In the middle of the night, he had to go out, so I let him out back thinking he would come right back in as soon as he’d done whatever business he could possibly have left in that little body after previous dumping incident. I was wrong. At 3:30 a.m., there I was, rushing upstairs to put on pants, shoes and a coat so I could walk around outside in the windy winter to find my dog who I could hear and who could hear me, but we could not seem to find each other. Ships in the night. I heard him whining as if he couldn’t find me or was stuck somewhere. You never know how loud you really are until it’s the dead of night and you’re outside whisper yelling. I’m sure the neighbors are really excited to have us here.
I went all around the group of townhouses only to eventually find Dog at the neighbor’s door. Yes, approximately ten feet from our door. I guess he was confused, poor thing. When I called to him, he looked at me like listen here burglar, I don’t know what you’re trying to do but I’m trying to get to my mama so I want no part of your games. I finally convinced him it was me, and we got back to bed around 4:00. Awesome. The commute this morning was nice though as was being able to sleep 30 minutes longer even though that basically just made it possible for me to survive the day after the middle of the night search.
Tonight, we are a tad bit more settled, and tomorrow we leave for the mountains. You can never accuse us of being idle. The people who are buying our house had their inspection yesterday during which the inspector realized our crawlspace door was locked and that we had a gas leak at the meter. First, we have never ever locked that downstairs door. For anyone who knows were we live and might like to loot, don’t bother. There’s nothing down there of worth. But, what that means is that someone locked it behind them. Who does that? Is it not a universal rule that if a door was locked, you lock it back and if it was open, you leave it open? If not, I would like to decree it henceforth. Husband ended up driving an hour to meet our realtor halfway between here and there to give him the key to the downstairs, and the inspector came back today to finish his job. Luckily, we just needed a new meter and there wasn’t a true gas leak, so at least we dodged that bullet.
Hopefully, we will get the inspection report back tomorrow and can begin repairs this weekend. We hope to pack everything so that we can go back up there next weekend and move for real. Of course, this is all assuming the buyers don’t back out after the inspection report. We shall see.
During all of this craziness, I’m trying to stay calm and just work and live. As I’ve said before, it’s hard to do such things when you are a feeler like me. But, I can do it. I’m going with the flow and trying not to freak out over things like oh say forgetting all the utencils and silverware in Monroe. They are all packed in a nice little bag just sitting in the garage there. Meanwhile, we used the one teaspoon we had here to cook with tonight and Husband bought plasticware for eating purposes. No, I’m not freaking out over those things at all. Just l-i-v-i-n.
Filed under: The Journey