Can't Talk Now -- Running About Like A Headless Chicken....
Let's see if we can get this in the proper order....
Woke up around 8:30, saw Morris off to his job interview, then called the stupid mover guy back about the whoel concept of him getting back to us with a fucking date he can send his mover minions out to actually move our stuff, because I ain't moving three antique armoires by myself.
He promised to call us back, the wife gave him my cell number because he seemed to stress her out with his less than matter of fact way of talking about things. We also found out that the land line is officially cut off at this house and is presumably turned on over at the new house.
The wife and I packed for a couple hours, starting in on the kitchen, pans and dry-goods so that the pantry area can be a priority when we got a set of keys. Mover-man calls back, we're set to go on this coming Thusday at 9:00 AM, not necessarily ideal, but better late than never. Morris returned, he's apparently overqualified for the job in question but got several leads to a few different companies that may be more his speed.
We had lunch, killed a little time, then headed out to the title office. Signed loads of papers, received garage door openers and a single set of keys for the new house, presumably because we'd just signed a waiver that gave the previous owners access to the house until Tuesday, September 2nd, as they had requested and they still have all the other keys. Curious what they might still have at the place, and excited to see the house empty, we headed over there, because they supposedly only had stuff in the garage and storage room out back.
Driving up to the house, we find a flatbed trailer with one flat tire and two cars clogging up the driveway. Annoyed and a little taken aback, we ended up blowing off the visit altogether and heading back to the old house to wait for Morris' appointment with the Realtor. I called the Realtor and reiterated the impression she'd given us, that these folks would be working out of the alley, and the fact that this was obviously not happening, and since she'd just made a large commision that perhaps she could put a bug in their ear about getting the fuck out of Dodge. I was very glad that I've now mentioned on three seperate occasions my intentions to throw whatever they may leave behind out into the alley after Tuesday, and if there's a trailer involved, I can simply load it up and drag it to their nice new home and dump it on the street. I'd just hate for them to be surprised when it happens.
We went with Morris and the Realtor to tour two different houses, both of which would need extensive work, but Morris seemd confident that he could do it, so the afternoon at least gave him an idea what he was in for at the price range he's looking at.
Having been assured that the house was now previous owner free, we drove back over there and let ourselves in. There is still a pile of oddball boxes and shit near the entryway, as well as the hall to the guest side of the house. The kitchen is lousy with their stuff (and oddly missing a microwave), cluttering all countertops, and there's a few piles of papers in the office area. Not to mention the trailer that doesn't appear very mobile in the front driveway of the house. Oh, and the weird fucksticks took their mailbox, which I can assure you was nothing special, and left hundreds of dollars worth of drape treatments.
None of this is a big deal, except that it looks like about two hours of work that they just don't want to do, that's exactly what's pissing me off about it. I don't feel comfortable piling our boxes of shit up in the same room as their boxes of shit, so if nothing seems to be moving by tomorrow at noon, I may be making my own piles of their stuff in the garage with the other odds and ends of thiers that we found out there, give them a hint.
We took time out to go and pick up the recuperated Yorkie from the vet, she is back to normal and is absolutely ecstatic to see us, the poor thing's had a rough week. I hope she takes the move in stride, as she's finally back to normal physically, I hope the emotional side of this won't freak her out.
The Mother In Law and the Uncle dropped by while we were at the new house, we had dinner with them and then gathered up some more newspapers from the MIL's house for packing purposes. Back at the house we started with the opposite end of things, the Master bedroom and closet, which they seemed completely out of, so we transported all of our clothes over there, as well as the contents of the Master bath. It's a small step, but we've marked our first bit of territory. We start again in the AM around 10, and I suppose just start grabbing boxes and stacking them up in the appropriate rooms, leaving someone over there to keep an eye on things if the other folks decide to show up for their shit, see that they don't start grabbing the wrong boxes.
I'm filled with a combination of excitment and dread, as the library area which will house basically all of my crap isn't a room that is going to be immediately set up, as we may or may not be pulling out carpet and staining the concrete floor, we're definitely pulling out a little built-in desk area (as the room has a dorm vibe) and then re-painting the entire room. Then we have to buy bookshelves to line the walls with, and wait for them to be delivered. God alone knows how long this will take, so while I'm excited to get over there, we won't have any way of making any of this happen for I'd guess at least a month or so, so I'm kinda missing my access to my junk that I never looked at anyway.
Weird how that works.
Then there's the closet off of that room that will need to be fitted out with shelving units to hold the DVD's and CD's, and who knows when that'll happen either....hell, we're not even moving all the furniture on this coming Thursday, still hoping against hope that 'staging' the empty house with a few pieces of furniture will coax someone to dig out their checkbook. I'm dreading living out of boxes for (I'd imagine) at least a couple of months at the least, as well as wondering where the hell the rest of my furniture is.
But it'll all work out for the best in the long run, it's just going to be a weird stretch for the next little bit, particularly since we won't have cable/interweb connections over there until Friday of next week, but the house will be mostly moved on Thursday, so I may have at least one day, possibly more of me driving over here just to use the laptop to post the blog and then go back 'home'.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Packing, Moving, New House, Annoyance, Real Estate, House Hunting, Yorkie