caerula's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the beginning of the saga Well, it's been quite an adventure. I hardly know where to start. Last Wednesday seems a long time ago, now. 8/22: Left work and met Blue and Mom at the new house. The movers were done, most of our things were at the house, and a few odds and ends were at the apartment. Blue and I went and collected the pets from their various temporary homes and tried to get enough things set up so that we could stay there somewhat comfortably Wednesday night. We made up our bed with fresh clean sheets and down comforter, which Mme Sophie promptly peed all over. We unmade the bed and set everything to soak in the bathtub (with cold water, as the gas man hadn't made it to hook up the gas yet so we had no hot water). Dragged the two twin mattresses off the trundle beds in the guest room and made those up into a bed for us for the night. Went to bed around midngight, anticipating a restful night accompanied by Mme Sophie's howls and Miss Charlotte's nocturnal wanderings. We'd been unable to coax Princess Daisy out from under my mom's bed, so she'd remained there for the night. 8/23: Awoken at 6 am by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. Blue stumbles to the door to find on our doorstep a employee of the housing company which sold us our house and rents the lots in the neighborhood. He informed Blue that we couldn't STAY in our house as they didn't have all the necessary permits yet. This was news to us; same personage had informed Blue the previous day that we could, and I quote, "move in." We were told in no uncertain terms that we had to vacate, but that we could come back after 9 when the park office was open. Collected the animals and a change of clothes and headed over to Mom's. Blue had a job interview at noon, so he got ready and breakfasted and went to that, while I got a couple more hours of sleep. Having taken the day off to unpack, I was at a loss, and ended up doing grocery shopping and errands with Mom instead. After Blue's job interview, which at the time seemed like it could have gone better, we went over to the park office to harass them about the house. We learned that the problem was that what John, the guy who woke us up at 6 am, meant by "move in" was that we could move our furniture and things there but not that we could actually stay. We responded that this was never made clear to us, and that, perhaps foolishly, we thought that "move in" mean that we could move into our house, and that we had been told we didn't have to do anything about the permits, so we'd assumed (again, apparently foolishly) that things were taken care of. So we discovered that not only did we not have the occupancy permit, but that several more things needed to be done before the township inspector could come out. One of those things was that the steps (which had finally appeared Wednesday morning) needed to be secured. Fine, we said, that we could do. But no, it had to be done by their contracter. OK, when can you do it? Today, tomorrow at the latest. We should be able to get the final by Friday and stay there Friday night. We went to the house, collected changes of clothes, etc, to set up camp at Mom's. QueenV was expected off the plane from New York around 10:30 pm, and had been warned via email that Thursday night would be spent at my parents, who fortunately have a tv room with a futon as well as a guest room. I have a panic attack, obviously triggered by all the stress and people yelling at each other, never mind the anticipated stress of QueenV's visit and the drive to Stratford. Blue can't find my medicine. I hyperventilate for 10 minutes and finally am able to talk myself out of it, with Blue's help. We head over to my parents' house, which fortunately is not far. 9:30ish I get a call from QueenV. Her plane is not scheduled to take off until 10:30, which is when she was supposed to be arriving. She won't get to the airport until after midnight. Blue was not going to accompany me to the airport since he has a 7 am interview on Friday, but after the panic attack I'm very freaked out by the idea of going to the airport by myself, driving, parking, navigating the complex airport system of moving walkways and construction, so he agrees to come with me and goes to take a nap. Scant hours later, we do manage to collect QueenV from the airport -- which also fortunately is less than a half-hour drive from my very understanding parents -- with little difficulty and arrive back at my parents around 2 am, whereupon we all go directly to bed. To Be Continued...
In other news, I had a spate of google hits while I was away, but most seem to be looking for The Good Wife's Guide. I had no idea how many websites had this little article -- I'd never seen it before I wrote about it here. I wonder why 5 or 6 different people were looking specifically for that article this weekend? Some had original date of publication and everything. Some people have too much time on their hands. 9:34 a.m. - 2001-08-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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