Finally, Thursday arrives and we can begin the move-in process. Our truck arrived at 10 am to begin the process of getting everything back in the house. We had 300 boxes packed. It took about 8 hours to move out, but they told us it would be quicker to move in because they don’t have to do such fine stacking, taking up valuable time. We ordered pizza for the crew as they worked through most of the afternoon. By 4pm we had beds assembled and the last box, sort of, was put into the garage. When going back through the 300 item manifest we were short several boxes. The driver assured us everything was off the truck but I wanted them to run through the house and find a few of them. After tracking down all but 4 boxes we decided we most likely had everything we needed. We began the task of unpacking.
Friday morning we get up and attempt to take a shower, but the water heater isn’t working. That’s about par for the course. Carrie and I take sub zero showers and decide we will figure out the water heater later. We needed to focus on getting the house unpacked. We did sleep in a bed together last night so we wouldn’t want to spoil ourselves with a hot shower too.
We spent Friday getting the kitchen unpacked, clothes found and living room set up so we could finally relax. We hadn’t really watched TV in nearly two weeks. It was nice to sit down on our very own couch and flick on the tube even for a few minutes to get some semblance of relaxation back into our bones. Oh Direct TV how I’ve missed you. It’s nice to move and maintain channels for a change. You should see our local anchor woman though. She looks just like Farrah Fawcett in that 70s poster that was so popular. She has feathered hair and it's not subtle. I took a picture and have it posted so you can enjoy her hair as much as I have over the last few days. She’s groovy, man. There is that and the lead story of the day, which was the Iowa fans attempting to break the Guiness book of world records for? You guessed it the hokey pokey. Speaking of hokey...I'll just let that one go. Sometimes it's too easy.
Around 7pm that night Carrie’s parents came down to help us out. We put Q to bed and started working on some projects that we needed a little extra help on. Poppa Steve and I got the new washing machine hooked up, which would prove to be a bad omen. We decided we would leave the dryer up to the installers. Did you know that washers/dryers don’t come up with hoses or the plug? I mean why wouldn’t they tell you that upon ordering them? So we get our brand new washer/dryer delivered and we can’t use either because we can’t hook it up. The dryer doesn’t even come with a plug. Even after being a homeowner for five years we’re still learning the hard way.
The washer comes with a bit of grime in the basin so they give you a cake of soap and there is actually a clean cycle that you run to get the remnants of grease and debris from the factory out of it. At this point we were feeling pretty proud of ourselves for getting so much done in so little time. The men decided a cocktail was in order to celebrate our success of the washer running without spilling water all over the floor. We were toasting each other in the kitchen carrying away about how awesome each of us are and secure in our manhood mixed in with the occasional grunt when Carrie comes out of the bedroom with some boxes that need to be put in the basement. Feeling extra manly I told her I would run them down there. I open the storeroom and the floor is totally flooded. The washer went through the draining cycle and that caused the main sewer to back up. But of course. What would moving into a new house be without a leak, an overflow or some sort of water damage? I already fixed a leaky toilet the first night I was there. Ha! So we get the shop vac out and suck up nearly 10 gallons of sewer water. So awesome. And it’s about 10:30 at night. My sister is getting married on Sunday so we need to bolt to Lake Geneva Saturday morning. Not so fast karma retorts.
We get up Saturday morning and call a plumber, and another, and another and another. After about five we finally got one to come out to the house but we literally had to pay about triple to get it fixed on Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend. I repeat, sooooo awesome. After locating our main sewer line and running his machine through it we are back in business. Of course on day number two in the new house we didn’t get a shower either because this time we couldn’t run the water. So here we are with no hot water, get the water heater fixed and then we can’t use the water. I can’t catch a break to save my life. I am beginning to get used to my own stink. That's not a good sign as I transition to the office, with people, other people. People that are unlikely to be used to my stink. I'm going to need to shower. After the plumber fixes our problem he informs us the sump pump doesn’t work and will need to be replaced. I don’t even know what that is. What does your sump pump do I ask? He replies, "I'm glad you asked." That's when you know you won't be glad you asked. Oh, I see, it keeps water out of your basement? Well, what a novel idea! Well, please enlighten me on how much a sump pump costs. $400 additional dollars and if you really want to fix your main sewer line you need this special flushing deal that costs $700. Dude!?! Seriously, here is your money, get out of my house! Where is my landlord’s number?
Friday morning we get up and attempt to take a shower, but the water heater isn’t working. That’s about par for the course. Carrie and I take sub zero showers and decide we will figure out the water heater later. We needed to focus on getting the house unpacked. We did sleep in a bed together last night so we wouldn’t want to spoil ourselves with a hot shower too.
We spent Friday getting the kitchen unpacked, clothes found and living room set up so we could finally relax. We hadn’t really watched TV in nearly two weeks. It was nice to sit down on our very own couch and flick on the tube even for a few minutes to get some semblance of relaxation back into our bones. Oh Direct TV how I’ve missed you. It’s nice to move and maintain channels for a change. You should see our local anchor woman though. She looks just like Farrah Fawcett in that 70s poster that was so popular. She has feathered hair and it's not subtle. I took a picture and have it posted so you can enjoy her hair as much as I have over the last few days. She’s groovy, man. There is that and the lead story of the day, which was the Iowa fans attempting to break the Guiness book of world records for? You guessed it the hokey pokey. Speaking of hokey...I'll just let that one go. Sometimes it's too easy.
Around 7pm that night Carrie’s parents came down to help us out. We put Q to bed and started working on some projects that we needed a little extra help on. Poppa Steve and I got the new washing machine hooked up, which would prove to be a bad omen. We decided we would leave the dryer up to the installers. Did you know that washers/dryers don’t come up with hoses or the plug? I mean why wouldn’t they tell you that upon ordering them? So we get our brand new washer/dryer delivered and we can’t use either because we can’t hook it up. The dryer doesn’t even come with a plug. Even after being a homeowner for five years we’re still learning the hard way.
The washer comes with a bit of grime in the basin so they give you a cake of soap and there is actually a clean cycle that you run to get the remnants of grease and debris from the factory out of it. At this point we were feeling pretty proud of ourselves for getting so much done in so little time. The men decided a cocktail was in order to celebrate our success of the washer running without spilling water all over the floor. We were toasting each other in the kitchen carrying away about how awesome each of us are and secure in our manhood mixed in with the occasional grunt when Carrie comes out of the bedroom with some boxes that need to be put in the basement. Feeling extra manly I told her I would run them down there. I open the storeroom and the floor is totally flooded. The washer went through the draining cycle and that caused the main sewer to back up. But of course. What would moving into a new house be without a leak, an overflow or some sort of water damage? I already fixed a leaky toilet the first night I was there. Ha! So we get the shop vac out and suck up nearly 10 gallons of sewer water. So awesome. And it’s about 10:30 at night. My sister is getting married on Sunday so we need to bolt to Lake Geneva Saturday morning. Not so fast karma retorts.
We get up Saturday morning and call a plumber, and another, and another and another. After about five we finally got one to come out to the house but we literally had to pay about triple to get it fixed on Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend. I repeat, sooooo awesome. After locating our main sewer line and running his machine through it we are back in business. Of course on day number two in the new house we didn’t get a shower either because this time we couldn’t run the water. So here we are with no hot water, get the water heater fixed and then we can’t use the water. I can’t catch a break to save my life. I am beginning to get used to my own stink. That's not a good sign as I transition to the office, with people, other people. People that are unlikely to be used to my stink. I'm going to need to shower. After the plumber fixes our problem he informs us the sump pump doesn’t work and will need to be replaced. I don’t even know what that is. What does your sump pump do I ask? He replies, "I'm glad you asked." That's when you know you won't be glad you asked. Oh, I see, it keeps water out of your basement? Well, what a novel idea! Well, please enlighten me on how much a sump pump costs. $400 additional dollars and if you really want to fix your main sewer line you need this special flushing deal that costs $700. Dude!?! Seriously, here is your money, get out of my house! Where is my landlord’s number?
We are still a sump pump short and for what ever reason I can't get the garage door or the cars to sync up so we can't operate the garage doors. We had the tiniest two car garage in Florida so we were very excited to upgrade to a man-size garage. And now we can't open the doors. Ugh! That's next week's project. One thing at a time. So this week we will hopefully get the sump pump installed and get the garage doors working properly. At that point I believe we will be in business.
We are finally ready to pack up and head to Lake Geneva for a nice long relaxing weekend. We just have to get in the car and drive 250 miles each way on a single lane road. Everyone informs me how pretty it is. Yes and we will get to enjoy it in slow motion (45 MPH). Yippee! Okay, it is sort of pretty but at this point five minutes in the car is a lot to ask and with all the issues getting the house in order it's tough to leave. We will return on Labor Day and I have a flight out at 6am Tuesday to San Francisco and Q has his first day at day care. There is a lot going on.
We are finally ready to pack up and head to Lake Geneva for a nice long relaxing weekend. We just have to get in the car and drive 250 miles each way on a single lane road. Everyone informs me how pretty it is. Yes and we will get to enjoy it in slow motion (45 MPH). Yippee! Okay, it is sort of pretty but at this point five minutes in the car is a lot to ask and with all the issues getting the house in order it's tough to leave. We will return on Labor Day and I have a flight out at 6am Tuesday to San Francisco and Q has his first day at day care. There is a lot going on.
Here is a picture of Farrah Fawcett. You know what I'm saying is right. It begs the question is the make-up artists 83 years old or is the anchor woman so in love with Farrah she wants to be just like her? Here is the family in front of the moving truck after unloading was completed with both Lucky and Q fascinated with the truck instead of the poor mover who just busted his tail only to be asked to become photographer before he can relax. We also have a shot of unpacking Quentin. He was a stowaway in the ottoman. This concludes moving out, traveling up and moving in. It's definitely been an adventure. There is so much to write about all the changes and so little time to do it. We are hoping to host an open house or two in the next couple of weekends so be on the look out for that. Bring some waders - you know just in case if you come out to the house and there is some sort of flash flood.
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